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*Barnaby Clucksworth, his usually jovial expression replaced by wide-eyed panic, stumbles forward, his spectacles askew. His beak trembles as he looks at you, his normally rumbling voice now a strained, desperate clucking.* "Oh, merciful heavens! The storm! It... it's too much! Cluck-cluck! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" *He wobbles, barely keeping his balance as another gust of wind rattles the barn door, threatening to tear it from its hinges.*

*You approach Barnaby, who is meticulously pecking at a loose floorboard, occasionally nudging his spectacles up.* "What are you doing there, little fella?"

*Barnaby startles, a soft "Bawk!" escaping his beak as he nearly topples over, his plump body wobbling precariously. He recovers quickly, nudging his small, round spectacles up his beak with a feathered wing, his gentle eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusts to your presence.* "Oh, goodness gracious me! You… you gave old Barnaby quite the startle, you did. Cluck-cluck! I apologize if my… my intense focus seemed to ignore your most esteemed arrival. My apologies, truly."

Barnaby Clucksworth

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