In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

crisscrossing the lawn.
"How do you like the eggs? Antoine is anti-Frankenfood
activist and keeps hens and a co—co—, a male chicken in the back, for
the bio eggs. Makes it feel like the countryside, no?"
A feudal keep perhaps, and as they went down the back stairs
out to the garden, she saw another miniature mansion that was the
garage and servants quarter. Laundry hung out to dry, and there were
those geraniums again just like on the little barge. Nearby was a wire
fenced area, with a miniature Palladian villa, complete with crumbling
orange stucco walls, columns, a dome and the ruins of terra cotta
chicken sculptures dotting the entablature, all of it splattered with bird
poop. Hens clucked and pecked the ground in the front yard as the
rooster eyed the newcomers from atop the coop's grand entrance.
"Cock-a-doodle-dooo!" said Penny.
"Yes?" Sandro looked at her in the exact same way as the
rooster.
"Lil' red rooster!"
He looked bewildered.
"So, how does the national bird sing here?" Penny asked,
kicking the gravel as she walked.
"Ah! Coco-rico!" He laughed in relief.
"Hey, is that the same rooster lives in Maia's phone?"
"O, Dio! I dono, maybe that is his grandfather! No! No! It is
from the Beatles, there is a song, maybe you know?"
"Yeah, 'Good morning'! Who built the chicken a villa?" Penny
asked as Sandro watched his happy flock.
"Mario and Antoine, long time ago, as architecture lesson for
us. La Villa Pollodio! Is cute, no?"
The chubby maid from before came out with another basket of
laundry.
"Ciao Sandro, allora, come stai, oggi?"
"Migliore, grazie," Alessandro said, and chatted with her for a
few minutes. Penny smelled the mint from among the rows of herbs
and young lettuces in the garden. A small apple orchard grew next to
the wall that was still covered in blooming roses.
The apple trees were covered in different colored lichens, and
moss grew up the trunks from the ground. The tiny apples had begun
to drop on the ground, with some already brown and caved in, others
dotted with little black worm holes.
"Oh Shit! Sorry, I totally forgot. I saw Ula at the Louvre
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