Chicken Feathers by Joy Cowley

“You did tell me—” He stopped and scratched his head. He was trying to figure it all out.
    “She couldn’t have drunk a whole glass,” said Elizabeth.
    “She bug-spittin’ could!” said Josh. He picked up Semolina and held her in front of him. “You’ve really messed up this time!” he scolded.
    Semolina pushed her head forward until her beak was almost on his nose. “Yeah, yeah,” she said in a loud voice. “So what are you going to do about it?”