Boston liked shoulders. They all did, even sunny now, but she did especially  The good sports to get scratched on the neck were from the high up loft of the shoulder, well a chick could perch and see the active world around her without bringing down a cardboard box. Hands felt strangling, knees felt cold and made Boston feel like a toy. A shoulder showed respect, responsibility, connection, admiration.
                 " Enjoy it while it lasts, we ship out tomorrow" Boston yelled
As she stared into the eyes of her current holder,she tried to guess what he found so fascinating  The chicks talked, ate, and got a nice comfy home of paper shavings and cardboard in exchange for this coddling, but Boston could not figure out why.
     Even sunny was enjoying her last ride. It was then it came to her. Just as she relished every observance of love or hate or need to get away or bondage with the other humans, they found the same twisted but erilie similar reflection of themselves in the chicks.
   Happy with her realization, Boston took one final flap, just to see his face at the moment when love, but not the schmaltzy kind triumphed, and flew back into command central.
     The chicks were here friends, and they would go on,remembering the humans who had found such great admiration non their own little world