An imagined conversation between my chickens, who until last night hadn't realized the humans had a cat in their coop (boy did they cluck like crazy, but that was totally their porch......so they didn't run LOL) This is what I pictured those 'clucks' to really mean.
Sam(BO):Barbie what the heck is that thing????????????????
Barbie Q (RIR): I don't know. It's not a chicken.
Sam: Is it bad? It looks bad.
Barbie Q: It does look hungry.
Sam: Should we leave? Carly and Camilla are heading down to the grass.
Barbie Q: Nah, I don't think it can get out. Let's stay put and see if it we can get it to cluck.
*YES, I'm crazy, why do you ask*