Never Mess With a Chicken Ranch

The barnyard was a twitter. “She is walking pigeon-toed!” “You should see it.” “She thinks she is all that!” I am dragged out to see. After listening to them cackle like only hens can do. There are sixty-six hundred chickens out here Clucking around. They are all walking around pigeon-toed. Haughty with their snobby beaks in the air. I catch the rooster’s eye. “They all have fat butts too!” I say. Expecting him to beak-laugh with me. He gives them my message in beak-talk. They surround me quickly Pecking me to death As per instructions and as per chickens’ way I decide never to do that again. As I fall into their smelly chicken scratches.