Someplace, there is an island, where wild
- Someplace, there is an island, where wild chickens run free. Every June, we take our boats to the island, and have a big poultry round-up. Chicken Boys riding Shetland ponies would
- ride up in their stirrups while steel drums played the Chicken Dance. One year, the Chicken Boys showed up in jumpsuits with fancy Popeyes patches and started the turkey genocide
- . They had gone mad."Thanksgiving Christmas and Easter! Whine about your tri-annual problems mean while we're are eaten every G.D. of the year!" The Chickens carved the Turkeys up.
- "Why," screamed one of the Turkeys. "We are an ancient culture dating back to the Mayans!" "Are we not the first?" The Chickens roared. "Did we not come before the egg?"
- "Heresy!" screamed the Turkeys. "The Egg came before all! And the Egg will exist after all else has faded!" "No!" crowed the Chickens. "We shall overthrow the Egg and become gods!"
- Just then a T Rex stepped in through a time warp and laid a giant egg. The turkeys and chickens stopped arguing and gaped in disbelief. The egg began to crack open and inside was a
- very old man. After a few minutes, the old man began blinking his eyes open and taking in his surroundings. He noticed the turkeys, chickens, and T-Rex staring at him. He then said
- something in Swedish, saw nothing but incomprehension and adjusted some device at his hip. "Do you understand me now?" People in the crowd started to nod that they could. I didn't
- understand, but I nodded anyway, thinking it was the polite thing to do. Unfortunately, others around me noticed, and I had to keep pretending I understood their strange language.
- Of course I didn't realize what I was agreeing to, which is why I'm stuck out here in Cyberia, cold, lonely, afraid, and pissed as hell. Politeness is definitely overrated.
- Started
- 2017-03-18 00:37:49
- Finished
- 2018-07-26 11:41:09
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Woab Jul 26 2018 @ 12:18
I found this to be oddly delightful.