"So, Monica, when is the D-day?"
"Soon," she said with a chirp.
I asked anxiously, "Is it that soon that we don't have time to throw you a bachelorette party?"
"Nah! we always have time for a girl's party," she said with a high five.
****
Within that week, I arranged a flower theme party and invited all her girlfriends.
That particular evening flowers of all shapes and sizes filled the room.
We all were clucking around like hens and trodding in floral dresses.
The to-be bride had a beautiful floral crown, and the bees were having a feast.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about party hens. Who are these chickens and why do they party? Go where the prompt leads!
