THE REVOLUTION OF THE CHICKENS
"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 chicke
