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Cluck Norris clucks and struts, then let's out a mighty crow. For some reason I find him slightly charming, slightly, not the appeal of the chicks' father. Perhaps it is because he looks strong, and is so big, bigger than me.
 
Griffin sat in the bushes, eyes narrowed. "One day, they will beg me to save them. But, I will be far away.... One day, they will realize my warning.... but it'll be too late." he growled ominously, then turned and disappeared into the forest. He was never seen again.
 
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Frosty, a feral bantam cockerel, perched in a tree at the edge of the forest. He was the one and only apprentice of Griffin before he left. Frosty had stayed behind to help any of the pet chickens if they wanted it. He wanted to go with Griffin, but felt it was his duty to help these chickens, unlike his mentor who thought that they were absolutely hopeless. So, he sat in the tree and waited. And watched.
 
"Hen, we're not talking hens, I'm a rooster, also you are tiny and skinny. Why are you the lead hen anyways? I mean Honey here, she seems like a fit leader." Cluck Norris said. I rolled my eyes, but they betrayed me. I wasn't interested in roosters right now, however, I had chicks from that pretty Polish.
 
Cluck Norris' head turned to petite little Frosty. His stare was hard enough to smash diamonds with its brute force.
 

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