#Excerpt Impeccable Petunia Part II: The Two Tails By Katie Christine

After a little break, I am back to blogging. Today on my blog I have a great excerpt from the second part of Impeccable Petunia by Katie Christine. The author defines it as General fiction, but it is a book about animals and is told for chicken’s perspective. Enjoy! 🙂



Publisher: Independently published
ISBN13: 9781719822855
Genre: General Fiction
Release date: 17 09 2018
Price*: Kindle £4.58 (GBP)/  Paperback £6.88 (GBP)
Kindle $6.09 (USD)/ Paperback $8.99 (USD)
Pages: ~ 227
You can get this book here:
Amazon UK

Description of the book: As The Two Tails opens, the flock confronts a spiral of death and disappearance. Ensnared by a rapacious raccoon and desperate for a way out, Petunia, the backyard chicken, must throw herself at the mercy of the dark, open road with little more than gumption, a pair of useless wings, and a dubious companion as her guide.


“One more move and I’ll peck your eyes out.”

He was only there for eggs, but the impetuous raccoon with the weathered muzzle and sharp eyes couldn’t ignore such a challenge.

“Don’t tempt me,” he muttered in a thick voice through his clenched jaw.

Faye remained unfazed.

He grunted. “I should eat you.”

The raccoon surged forward, arching his spine, his growl vibrating through the floorboards of the chicken coop. The Orpington hen refused to back away and to his astonishment, she countered. Her hot, bullish snorts punctured the air; she lowered her head and lunged.

The attack, however, came too late, and before the flock’s most-feared chicken could strike, snap, she was gone and another hushed voice sliced through the dark.

“What are you doing?”

The raccoon dropped the dead chicken from his mouth. “Eh? What? Who’s there?”

“Wakefield, you stupid…stupid…what have you done?” Macy, almost equal in size to the raccoon, exclaimed under his breath as he moved into the light.

He shrugged. “Dinner. That’s what I’ve done.”

“Be quiet! You’ll wake them,” he motioned to the slumbering hens above. “Are you insane? You’ve killed an Orpa.”

“I know. But you can’t let a chicken talk to you that way. You know how these birds are. This is your fault, anyhow.”

“Shhhh!” The cat scowled. “My fault?”

“You went back on our deal first. And look at you. I suppose you think I should stick around and let them do that to me?” he said, disgusted at the sight of Macy’s haggard appearance.

“It’s still your dead bird,” Macy retorted, again glancing upward toward the rows of sleeping chickens. “Now, what are we, or for that matter you, going to do about it?”

Wakefield was silent and as Macy looked back down to him, a beam of light illuminated the roost and the raccoon was gone. The deceased Faye, now only a lifeless heap entirely removed from her former glory, remained crumpled on the opposite side of the wooden floor.

“Macy! Oh dear me, Macy! Not another chicken! Not again!” screamed an outraged Silkie, the woman from the adjacent human house. She clicked on the overhead light inside the coop and the chickens screeched as they awoke.

“Faye, Faye,” Mora cried, “He’s killed Faye!”

“No, no it can’t be,” shouted another voice from the crowd. The hens rushed to their deceased leader, nestling at her side. Their wails pierced the frigid night.

Macy stood in stone silence as Silkie, along with the flock, ran over to Faye. Panic flashed through the eyes of his human mistress, the likes of which he’d never witnessed before.

“Macy? Macy! What have you done?” she said, speaking so fast, her lips could scarcely form the words, “I can’t leave for one minute. Not one…first Little Hen and now this. This sad, dear, innocent chicken. Macy, I can’t—I just can’t believe it. I wish I was surprised. The only thing that is surprising is that I’m not surprised. And no, I don’t care if that doesn’t make any sense.”

She gasped.

“How could you? How could you?”

Macy lowered his head to avoid her glare.

Silkie continued to shout and the louder she bellowed, the more incoherent her words became.

41f6Yk-UH0L._US230_.jpgAbout the author: From a young age Katie’s parents instilled in her a love of animals and art. She has many fond childhood memories of long summer afternoons spent curled up in a quiet corner of the local library. She lives outside Seattle, Washington with her husband/illustrator, Jonathan Edward, their Super-Sheltie, Niles and cats, Frankenstein and Penelope.

Katie Christine holds degrees from UCLA and USC, enjoys the outdoors, gardening, reading, and discovering new music.

Website: https://impeccablepetunia.com/ / Twitter: @Impeccable_P

*-the price was taken from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com on the current date. The price might change at the time of your purchase. The links used in this post for book purchases are affiliates.

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