The Life of Louie the Rooster ~a story

[polishchickens111]

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Thanks!!

 

[polishchickens111]

Sorry, I have LOADS of homework this week

... I'll try tonight.

 

[SuperChickenDude327]

Oh no! They're going to get eaten! One of them is! I KNOW IT! *twinge*

On a happier tought, at least it will be quick.

 

[polishchickens111]

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Hmmmm... you'll see.

 

[SuperChickenDude327]

smug face. |:3

 

[polishchickens111]

Chapter 10

The man sets out some food every morning, near the edge of the woods. Sometimes it's a tomato, or grapes, or on the really cold days warm oatmeal. He sits, watching us. Never goes towards us. He always has a little half-smile on his face. I sense that he is a benevloent sort of creature, one who wishes us well on our journey. Each day he sets the food a bit closer to his chair. I don't mind walking up to him. One day, I notice that he has neglected to leave food out. The I see him, he has it in clutched in his hand. Warily I walk towards him. When I pluck a grape off and run away, he does nothing. Deciding it must be OK, I move forward and eat the grapes with Annie and Martha. He bursts into a grin.

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The old man strokes us. I do not mind, especially since he has opened his shed for us and bought some real food. Until the day he grabs me.

I squack and struggle, but his grip is firm. He puts me inside his large car, which I think is called a truck, and strides back towards the others. Soon they join me. We sit in silence, puzzled.
Where am I going now?

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As it turns out, I am going to a chicken breeder's home. There are more kinds of birds here than I have ever seen. I'm set on a table and poked for a couple minutes.
"Ahh, yes," a voice says. I'm carried to a small pen. There is only one other occupant. Another white crested blue Polish, a hen.
"Who are you?" she says crabbily. I pause akwardly, taken aback by her rudeness. Then, "Sorry, I've just had so many rude roosters."
"It's fine. I'm Louie."
"Louie?" she gasps. And engulfs me in a giant hug.

I'm so, so confused.

 

[polishchickens111]

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Actually, this is a pretty happy bit coming up.

 

[SuperChickenDude327]

Well, you can't make a chicken story without chicken dinner. For anything.

 

[polishchickens111]

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Don't worry, this is only the beginning....

 

[polishchickens111]

I would write another, but I jus want to let the suspense hang there for a while. *evil cackle*