Rural Unrest
There is blood everywhere in the henhouse. Feathers and chicken parts strewn about, crushed underfoot, arranged in patterns no sane man could decipher.
Pete approaches me from behind. "Can you help me find the fox what did this, then?" he says, not fully entering the coop. "As you can see, it ain't right in the head. Needs to be put down."
"I don't think a fox did this, Pete," I say, looking around. "It was something else. Something bigger."
He grunts, nudging a discarded beak with his boot.
"Whatever did this knew these chickens, Pete," I say, tracing my finger just above where the word 'MOO' was written in blood on the coop wall. "Knew them, and wanted them dead."
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January 29, 2007
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this may just be the first scene in a new Fox series.
Posted by: the wife | January 29, 2007 at 06:38 PM
That would be an interesting thing to read...
Posted by: Enna Isilee | January 29, 2007 at 07:05 PM
Hmm, okay. That's really, interesting.
Posted by: Katee | January 30, 2007 at 06:00 AM
OK, it made me laugh out loud. Were you raised on a farm?
Posted by: Stubby LaRue | January 30, 2007 at 07:54 AM
Oh, I hope it's not the cows! They're too docile. Or have they just decieved me with their cute, angelic spotted-ness?
Posted by: MAYday | January 30, 2007 at 01:27 PM
The cows were framed, I'm sure of it!
Posted by: Gretchen | January 30, 2007 at 05:00 PM
I didn't do it I swear!
Posted by: Cow | January 30, 2007 at 06:00 PM
You must avenge my death.
Posted by: Chicken | January 31, 2007 at 01:21 AM
Don't worry Chicken Ghost, I will.
Posted by: Cow | January 31, 2007 at 02:45 PM
Of course I wanted them dead.
They were plotting to overthrow my ingenius plan to poison the world with noxious fumes (the main ingredient being a variety of fecal matter) and thereby allow the Bovine Dynasty to assume its rightful throne, covering Earth in the muck of their descendants forever.
Darn chickens. Maybe I should have bartered for their manure instead.
Posted by: Moo | January 31, 2007 at 05:18 PM
please, I am innocent!!!!!!
Posted by: chick | January 31, 2007 at 08:15 PM
My daughter is currently reading Animal Farm-I rather agree that the cows were framed. It's always the pigs to blame and dogs who follow them. Alas, poor Snowball, your ideals never came to pass.
Posted by: Jean | February 01, 2007 at 11:23 AM
Reading this actually reminded me the most of the recent Nickelodeon film Barnyard (I don't recommend watching it by the way).
Posted by: Callie the Strongbad Fan | February 02, 2007 at 01:06 AM
It was creepy. All the cows were chicks (:
Ha Ha! Get it? Chicks?
Oh nevermind ):
Posted by: Enna Isilee | February 04, 2007 at 05:09 PM