The Chickens Revolt

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Alyssa_Duvo

The Chickens Revolt

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Alyssa was wandering back to her house, the smell of a freshly baked pie drifted through the window and towards her nostrils, guiding her towards the kitchen where she had set it out to cool. She had been in the chicken barns collecting eggs from the chickens that had strangely enough not been there but when she stepped foot in her house she knew why they hadn't. Sitting, perched atop the window ledge was the blackest of her heartless chickens. D'Artagnan had his little feathered head beak deep in her apple pie as his bothersome little groupie lurked about on the floor. She had been having problems with these blasted chickens ever since they'd broken free from their eggy cell but seeing them eating her pie was the last straw for her.

In a rather upset rage she made a decision that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Alyssa ended the black hearted D'Artagnan's life. Upon seeing their fallen comrade though the silly chicken's brothers decided to rebel against her with feathered wings of fury. Porthos launched an aerial attack, his claws outstretched in an attempt to hinder her sight while Aramis and Athos came at her from both sides. It seemed that the time had come, the time where all the chickens rebelled against their master and sadly Alyssa was the one to get the butt of their antics.

Soon her pretty little house was flooded with four coop's worth of chickens, all squawking, clucking and making rather disgruntled chicken noises. It was the duel that the young fairy's masters had trained her for. The chicken deathmatch of doom. In a desperate attempt to defend herself Aly reached out for one of her knives swinging it around frantically at the constant attacks of chickens. This couldn't be how it was to end for her, it just couldn't be! Surely there had to be some other way, some way where she could die an interesting death. She crawled desperately towards the door, swinging the chicken covered blade at the feathered fiends in hopes to scare them away. Soon though she found herself at wits end as the last chicken scratched its feet at the feather covered ground below it. It's beady red eyes glinting in the light of the sun as it let out a battle cry, charging towards her with its wings spread and its claws ready for gouging. Closing her eyes, Aly held the blade up, not wanting to witness the demise of her last and very closest feathered friend Petunia. The soft sound of a thump signalled the overall defeat of the winged demons and Aly slumped to the floor letting out a sigh of relief. She would live to see another day, live to eat another chicken leg and most of all live to bake another pie.
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