It was just another day in Chickenville, and Falcon was out browsing the green grass. Ah, worm!
She reached and yanked it from the ground. “Mmm, fresh worm! The only thing that beats that is fried worm!”
And where do chickens find fried worms?
Not in a restaurant. Not even among the other worms.
No, fried worms were found on the road. Falcon’s eyes widened. She’d just had the most amazing idea!
To the road! She’d follow it, her head down, looking for all the deliciously car-oil seasoned fried worms. And then, perhaps, she would find that place where the humans went when they got in the big car!
You see, Falcon had tried to get in the car before, but she was always shooed away. She was sure that the car went to the best place on the earth… a place where she could be free… where there were bugs in abundance… and the humans.
So, Falcon carefully made her way to the road. And then onto it. She began to make her way down the road, picking up and eating every fried worm that she could.
This went on for almost the entire block.
Now Falcon had a dilemma. The road split! She must now pick the way she wanted to go.
Maybe to that other yard? The one the younger chickens had gone to when they were small?
She turned down the road towards that house.
Falcon was quite confused. Which house was it anyways? The yellow one, the white one… or the one with all the cars!
The place where the humans must go in their cars! Ah, the paradise! Falcon started running. Finally! She shall now go to that paradise! Her mouth watered.
And then she was cruelly picked up and carried back to her home.
Another attempt at escape had been foiled.
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