Well, the chick grew up into a chicken, but you’re still not sure how the egg got into that cave...

This chicken viewed the sorceress as some sort of proficient yet mildly useless servant.

The human woman had an arsenal of powerful spells, could multitask her chores and hold handfuls of corn kernels. These abilities could have been the perfect instrument to liberating her feathered comrades from the slavery of eggs and meat, but no, the enchantress would still prefer to laze and procrastinate with her equally lazy dragons every afternoon instead of turning to world domination.

Although the witch noted the comical aggression that the fluffy fowl harbours against her dragons, she remained oblivious to this chicken's fantasies and grievances, only satisfied with the eggs for breakfast.