Cock-a-doodle-doo, a gust of wind hit us and Sam walked in “wakey wakey eggs and bakey” he called, through the crack in my egg I saw him grab some of my brothers and sisters, he put them in a basket and was headed on his way out of the barn when, from out of nowhere a little kid hurled me across the room, in about 3 seconds I slammed into the wall, the impact was so traumatizing it broke me right out of my egg and I landed on my back coughing up straw dust from the floor. I took my last glance at the kid, he will pay.
Judging by the sun, it’s around dawn when a new friend waddled into the barn “you must be the chickens! We have searched far and wide to find you, you are fabled as the most valued species within the pasture, we come in peace!”
Judging by the sun, it’s around dawn when a new friend waddled into the barn “you must be the chickens! We have searched far and wide to find you, you are fabled as the most valued species within the pasture, we come in peace!”