Look At All Those Chickens Novels & Stories

said the witch and shouted, “Siegfried!” “Yes, Mistress. The chickens would be ready.” The goat-head servant placed the cockscomb in a deeper wicker basket. It sat on its lid like a mother hen laying on her eggs to hatch. Cackle! Cackle! And Cluck! Cluck! The basket shook with alive boisterous chickens. Siegfried jumped to look under the covering and declared, “Ah! Perfect fat chickens!”

I looked down at my feet until I heard her talk again. "What's up? Why are you all looking like I just threw a bomb? They actually look like each other, don't they?" She asked and I couldn't bring myself to answer her. I guess no one could as they all kept quiet. I looked up at Connie to her looking at her hand, Ashley was pursing her lips and looking at Zaire's face while Zaire's eyes were staring at the... Chicken. Oh come on, Zaire. Really? "But seriously, where did you get this chicken? I mean, the last time I checked, they don't serve this at the cafeteria." He said and I shook my head.

The sumptuous looking chicken made me swallow an invisible lump. “Hey, good day, ma’am. What would you like to order?” The lady asked anxiously. Pointing at the chicken in the food show glass, I replied. “I want one of those. Oh, I mean, and two of the wings. Then one of the thighs, and one of those too…” Alpha Jordan stared at me in disbelief. He just couldn’t believe I would want almost all the parts of the chicken that I saw. The lady wasn’t left out, she was surprised as well, but she was doing her job.