Friday, September 20, 2013

CHICKEN COOP! The Sneak Peak


Chicken
Coop


The Almost Entirely True story about the Drama behind closed doors

SNEAK PEAK







Chapter One- Part One

The unnamed, as of the present moment, looked about him with wonderfully cute but malicious, beady eyes.  He was unnamed and unloved, but what cared he for love or names?  Love was nothing and names were simply tools that could be used to inject terror into the hearts of its hearers.  All he knew, in the moment, was that he was evil.  From his birth he was destined for evil, and he embraced his fate and cherished it.

The seconds and minutes passed, but they seemed hours to he that was still so young.  As the time ticked away, a thought bubbled from within him like the start of a fountain, getting bigger and more certain every second.  He was male.  Before that moment he had never really thought about gender, but as the fountain of sureness grew to the size of a geyser within him, he knew it with as much conviction as he knew that he was evil.  He was still growing so much inside, his little spirit still at the stage where it was growing in leaps and bounds, but he knew that the core of his soul was composed of two pillars: his masculinity, and his wickedness.  Those pillars would stand there, strong and steady, for as long as he lived.

Knowing now what it was to discover, he sat there hungrily, waiting in delicious suspense for his next flash of inspiration.  All of a sudden, he had it. It had flashed inside him like a lightning bolt, lighting up his inner being.  But once the quick burst of light ended, he felt cold and empty.  This realization wasn’t half as welcome as the other one had been. It made him feel insignificant and useless, like a worm.  Or rather something that eats worms, he thought bitterly.  And he had been sure that he had been destined for great evil.  His fluffy little wings dropped in sad despair.  For he was a chicken.

He tried to comfort himself.  No, you aren’t a chicken.  You are a chick, and I daresay that when you grow up you will be a very fine rooster.  But there was no help for it.  He was poultry, he was a farm animal, he was an eater of worms.  There wasn’t any point in living.  For, as living deli meat, he couldn’t do any real evil in the world.

Then, his third flash of genius came upon him.  It dawned upon him that being a fowl didn’t dictate his identity.  It didn’t matter who he was, where he came from, or even what he was.  As long as his heart was in the wrong place, he had unlimited potential.  The sagging head and fluffy wings were raised.   ray of purest sunlight seemed to fall upon the adorable little head, making the golden fluff shine like a creature from heaven.  He raised his beautiful little face to the light delighting in his potential.  Life once again was worth living.





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