When Chickens Attack
It was on a dark and windy night, as I sat alone in the cold wilderness, I heard a sound that sent chills up my spine. I knew that sound, it was the sound of my nightmares. It was the sound of a chicken on the prowl. I frantically looked in every direction for some avenue for escape, but to no avail. Once a chicken has scented human it never ceases the chase until . . .
Surrounded! Chickens on every side! This surely is the end . . .
The Humanity!
Actually it was a sunny day, and I was watching father doing some chores, when the chickens made a break out from the orchard to dig in the freshly stirred dirt. And instead of chasing me down and devouring me, they merely gathered about me and gave me a great show of scratching and pecking.
I just thought I would add a taste of drama to my blog, but I can see now that this was wrong. I have insulted my chicken friends. And believe me, you do not want to make them angry. . .