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I Am No More Than A Battery Hen

As <3ChickenForever has said, I agree with her. . . PLEASE READ BEFORE READING MY STORY!: This is my story and I claim it. This story is original writen by luvinmychickens. No one may print this out or save it to your computer! I have worked hard on this story to keep all of you entertained so PLEASE DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES copy this story. Thank you!

GOOD NEWS! I am probably going to copyright this book!
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I hope I can publish it, but I'll keep you guys updated!
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Chapter Index
Prologue............Page 1
Chapter 1..........Page 1
Chapter 2..........Page 2
Chapter 3..........Page 5
Chapter 4..........Page 5
Chapter 5..........Page 7
Chapter 6 PT 1...Page 8
Chapter 6 PT 2...Page 12
Chapter 6 PT 3...Page 15
Chapter 7 PT 1...Page 16
Chapter 7 PT 2...Page 17
Chapter 8..........Page 20
Chapter 9..........Page 24
Chapter 10........Page 25
Chapter 11........Page 26
Chapter 12........Page 27
Chapter 13........Page 28
Chapter 14........Page 28
Chapter 15........Page 30
Chapter 16........Page 30
Chapter 17........Page 30
Chapter 18........Page 31
Chapter 19........Page 31
Chapter 20........Page 32
Chapter 21........Page 32
Chapter 22........Page 34
Chapter 23........Page 35
Chapter 24........Page 36



TOTAL OF PAGES IN OPEN OFFICE (LIKE MICROSOFT WORD): 35 PAGES!!
 
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PROLOGUE

“Come on Maizie! Please tell us what that phrase means that you always say! You know, 'I am no more than a battery hen'? And why were you in bad shape when you got here?” My friend, Lacey, a Sliver Laced Wyandotte, says.

“Yes! Please do tell!” My other friend, a Buff Orpington, Butter Scotch, agrees.

“Fine... I always say that phrase because I was a battery hen. We were obviously worth nothing,”

“You are worth something!” Lacey interrupted.

“Thank you, Lacey. As I was saying – We were obviously worth nothing, so I say that when I am upset or being made fun of. I think that I was called that because I lived in a big place in a cage and you lived in a field with a shelter.” I continue.

“Wow...” Butter Scotch and Lacey reply.

“You promise you won't tell, right?” I say.

“Of course!” Butter Scotch answers.

“Yeah!” Lacey agrees.

“So, tell us the story of your old life! Why did you look bald and stuff?” Butter Scotch asks.

“Don't tell...” I say.

“We won't.” They promise.
 
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Chapter 1

"I was in an egg. I was kicking and pecking for a long time. It seemed like forever. I continued to toss and turn for hours. Finally, after squirming around for a really long and tiring amount of time, I saw a beam of light. I quickly shut my eyes. I squeezed them shut for at least 5 minutes. I slowly opened them again. There was tiny hole. I tried to look through it, but it was too tiny. I couldn't see a thing. I kicked and squirmed for one long hour. Nothing happened. All there was, was the same tiny hole, that was there an hour ago.

'This is so hopeless,' I groaned in a squeaky sound, 'but I must continue.'

So, I pecked and kicked at the tiny hole a while longer. The hole was got bigger, every few hours. I repeated what I have done, over and over, for at least two days, but also took naps in between. The hole was big enough for me to finally see through. I stared for a moment, wondering weather I should panic and worry or be calm and have fun.

'Okay, just be calm and have fun! No need to worry!' I said in a scared voice, that began to fade away.

All I could see was about a million other brown eggs. They were all on big turning racks. After staring for a while, I realized, that I was also, on a spinning rack. I watched through the hole as my egg turned.

'Wee!' I yelled.

I was finally going to get back to work, so I squirmed and kicked, tossed and turned, pecked and began to feel tired. I was out of breath. I flopped down to catch my breath. I fell asleep.
 
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