...whimper. I just wrote an extensive, enthusiastic review, and the computer ate it... sigh. How did it go again?
I am replying for your personal amusement, seeing as how you kindly wrote for mine.
Says my mom: Why are you clapping at the computer?
Says me: Because chickens are awesome and Camilla rocks!
Says my mom: Okay then.
But I digress. (Egress? Regress?)
I love that Camilla is alone amongst her fellow inmates, alone in her determination to escape, and yet giving the other chickens hope. There seems precious little of that in this universe. I love your reach-out-and-touch-it description, it's lovely. Very, very, very vivid and griping. I love the dark atmosphere of the place; it gives me goosebumps and makes me want to cuddle my Kermit. I love that in this dark place, the Muppety determination in the face of Murphy's Law still lives, which is what I love best about the Muppets.
I love the gossip, that Camilla is trying to get out to her long ago love. I love the way the chickens talk and laugh, and make chickeny sounds. I love that the metal tasted harsh... 'cause so does this world.
I love that Camilla gives the big meanie what for, that she laughs childishly at his fillings, that she uses his strength and anger against him. I love Camilla having a personality of her own, a strong and vibrant one.
I love that Camilla escapes.
I love the egress joke.
I love the chicken applause.
I love that you started this story.
I hope that you love this review.