Dear Diary,
It was a few days ago when I suddenly had the greatest scare of my lengthy life.
A bird about the size of me swooped down from the big sky and attacked. I, being a smart chicken, turned on turbo mode and teleported across the yard. Oh, Diary, it was awful. Humans were screaming the entire time, and I felt woozy.
Funny thing was, the humans kept yelling hawk, hawk. I think, Diary, that it was the name of that bird. And it sounded like my name, Falcon. Am I a bird that comes sweeping down from the sky to attack other birds?
But the worst thing was that my feathers, my lovely feathers, were torn out. I see them even now, scattered across the yard. My comb was ripped as well.
I will sign off now. Goodbye, Diary.
FaLcOn
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A 'mostly' fictional account of a chicken surviving a hawk attack.
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