It was a dark time for chickens. The shadows loomed deeper and more dreadful. Word spread of a nameless terror that had not been seen for many an age. Rumor troubled even those chickens safe in their henhouses, as they clucked among themselves of an evening, though they still scoffed and cackled.
Times would have been bad enough, were it not for this one terrible chance. So one lone chicken fled from exile into exile, hesitating just a moment on the greenway..
.. just long enough to get hit by an ox cart. What can you do?
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Deserves death! I daresay he does... And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them?
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