Baskadia

"It's December ninth." Koko sighed, he was perching on the dwarfed wall that led to the chicken pen.

"what about that?" Brody, an overfed female broiler looked up from the feeding trough, she had been stuffing her mouth with feed.

"if you don't know what it means, I do." Koko sounded very sad. He crowed loudly, it was noon.

"what does it mean?" Brody had her mouth filled with feed and had difficulties talking with her mouth full.

"Death! Brody, Death! You will die, I will die, every other chicken in there with you would die."

Brody squealed in dismay, and so did the other fowls with her in the pen. Koko didn't mean to scare them, but there was the need to alert them.

"why would we die?" Another broiler asked, finally distracted from his lunch. Koko nodded in disappointment. Humans weren't wrong when they called chickens foolish, it was pathetic that the broilers couldn't read the handwriting on the wall.

Koko adjusted on the wall, to a position where all the fowls would see him without straining.

He cleared his throat. "Chickens, listen up. I have lived in this compound for there years, and I have seen two Christmas come and go. Every Christmas celebration is a threat to our kind. Everybody wants to eat chicken meat, and we get killed in hundreds and thousands, to satisfy those carnivorous creatures called men. I am not surprised that you birds do not understand why you are overfed, as it's been just a few months since you arrived. Sadly, I hate to interrupt the party with breaking news. Our end is in a few days."

Brody was the first to recover from the shock. Her white feathers glowed under the bright light in the pen. "what do we do, Koko?" she had lost appetite for the feed completely, and so did the other birds.

"we revolt!" I didn't think it through, but it sounded brilliant to me. I repeated myself. "we revolt against humanity, we fight for our freedom."

The older of the birds in the pen murmured, and the younger ones and the female broilers cried in fear.

"There's no other way out! We ruin Christmas 2022 for everyone, or we are freed. Let every bird in the pen who agrees with me repeat after me. THE REVOLUTION OF THE CHICKENS."

I heard them all scream in unity "THE REVOLUTION OF THE CHICKENS."