Finish this book!

[Amer]

(Oh gosh...if chickens were that smart we'd all be dead)

(Yes, that's Little Timmy for you. The smartest chicken in the world with a passion for fireworks.)

 

[Amer]

And this little baby fox in the woods, whose mother always insists eat chickens, but the fox cub doesn't wanna. The hens that "watch" Timmy and the Fox cubs mother doesn't want them to be friends but they are anyway. The comics are kind of weird, but whatever.

 

[Amer]

Timmy rides a firework over the woods and jumps off before it blows. He parachutes into a clearing were Foxie, (that's his friend,) is waiting.

 

[chickencheeper]

The rockets had blasted a huge hole in the mesh over the coop and the chickens weren’t alone for long…

 

[Amer]

Foxie's mother appeared.

 

[chickencheeper]

As they Timmy and bob careened out of control towards them foxies mother, foxeta, licked her lips and opened her mouth, but the rocket hit her squarely in the forehead, she was knocked out, maybe worse

 

[Amer]

"Hooray!" I tell. I try dragging him away, and fail at it cause I'm a chicken.
Meanwhile. "Hi Bob," says Timmy. "Meet Foxie."

 

[Amer]

(Foxie's a girl by the way. In case you were wondering)

 

[chickencheeper]

(Oo la la)

 

[chickencheeper]

(Crush)