This choice: Relax and see what the boy has in store for you. • Go Back...Chapter #8Chicken Coop Challenge. by: sneakyk   The thunderous footsteps of the boy reverberate from below as he carries you towards parts unknown, carrying your tiny body as well as a whole quarry's worth of curiously shaped boulders in his massive bowl. The boy chuckles down at you as he THUDs his way around the farmhouse. Sweat accumulates upon his brow until a droplet splashes down into the bowl, swelling outward in an explosion wide enough to drench you, only to seep downwards and get absorbed by the boulders and lost among the cracks between. The boy does not notice at all. Two more droplets fall, both falling distinctly beneath the boy's notice.
As the boys walks, the squawking of chickens begins to grow louder. You cover your ears and try your best to remain calm. Whatever it is the boy is planning, he's currently the closest thing you have to a ticket to safety. You'd rather not startle him with cries for help or an attempt to flee. And so you wait there as the boy stomps his bare feet against the dirt, getting closer and closer to the sounds of chickens. And with every step, your heartrate starts to speed up. Why is he taking you to a chicken coop? Why isn't he showing you to his parents, or at least taking you back to his room?
"OK everyone. I gots some food for y'all!" The boy cries out. "C'mere chicky chicky chickies. I gotcha some feed and a little something extra!!". A squall of squawks soon follows. Chicken feed? A little something extra? Oh no... how could you not have put two and two together. The boy lured you into the bowl not to carry you to safety, but to offer you as an extra snack to the birds. He must have been all too pleased with himself, watching the 'stupid' buggy climb into the bowl and wait there obliviously while he carried it to its demise.
You desperately call out to the boy for help, but your voice is lost to the dozens of screeches from the food-crazed birds. Realizing that communicating with the boy is likely nearly impossible, you rush for the edge of the bowl in an attempt to escape. However, the pile of boulders is not at all easy for you to traverse. Every time you even begin to make progress, the motions of the boy simply cause the contents of the bowl to shuffle enough to knock you back, disorient you, or otherwise thwart your efforts. Eventually, the boy begins shaking the bowl on purpose to attract the attention of the birds, and you wind up getting pinned between a pair of birdfeed chunks.
Stuck among the chicken feed, you're left to look up and scream as the boy's sweaty palm descends for you, the otherwise ordinary boy's toothy grin striking fear into your heart. Without a word, he seizes up your body into his clutches alongside an entire building's worth of chicken feed. You are immediately brought into the darkness and pounded on all sides by the enormous boulder-like bits of food. "Here you go! Eat up birdies!" The boy says, not even bothering to mention the little 'surprise' he's holding in his clutches.
You let out a terrified scream as you are flung into the air and sent tumbling down amid a rain of delicious birdseed. The squawks of the gigantic birds grow almost deafening as you plunge downwards. You flip in midair, seeing the boy's now blank expression. He's already reaching into the bowl for more. You flip again, and catch sight of a horde of giants crowded so tightly that they're practically a sea of feathers.
You land upon the vast dirt patch that is the chicken enclosure, as do dozens upon dozens of bits of chicken feed. Havin no time to lose, you quickly get to your feet and survey your surroundings. You can see dozens of talons, ranging from slate black to bright yellow, each with digits the size of vehicles. Those talons support the plump feathered undercarriages of the enormous birds. The very idea of feeling threatened by such a silly little creature would have been alien to you just a few days ago. But now you are little more than a bug. These birds are fed to excess to ensure they will make a satisfying meal when the time comes. You always enjoyed the flavor of chicken... and now you stand moments away from becoming just another morsel to help raise one up. These birds certainly aren't going to say no to a snack that moves. You're a meal for a meal. In the eyes of the farm, you might as well be fuel.
You have little time to delve into the philosophical, though. Feeding time is about to begin. You look beyond the crowd of talons and underbellies, looking for any way out of the enclosure. Unfortunately, it would appear as if the mesh fence surrounding the coop has a wooden baseline. The coop directly connects to a henhouse, accessible via a ramp. Between the chicken swarm and the fence stand a few chicks. While substantially smaller than the adult chickens, they are still over five times your height and more than equipped to devour you.
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