The Cheap Chick

The barnyard was filled with the most notorious cliques. I was tired of trying to out-think these cheap little chicks. They were forever making trouble with their feed and chews. Wringing their necks might make them sit up and choose….. Something better to do with their time, for they were cheap. I followed one around who was bullied into losing his cheep. I followed him into garden rows where there was a pink rose. He tried to hide underneath it, but you know how that goes. Don’t be a wretch I told that chick. Ignore the bully ring. He did not understand and was arguing. His neck I wanted to wring. An apple left by a deer was lying there, smoothly cored. Ants were wound all around it like a ebony cord. The chick began pecking the long black ring of the ants. His throat began to retch as his beak did this dance. Bury my ideas, I told him, but you better not be less merry. The next thing that chick found to eat was a fallen rasp-berry.