(Not really, I just made that up.)
The evil peepers have infiltrated our routine as faux family members. Daily they’re brought food, water, hay and fresh straw. I see them out there, clucking around the yard in what appears to be normal barnyard behavior.
They think they have me fooled.
I know that a chicken’s brain is the size of a pea. This brings me no comfort as that’s one honker of a microchip. Have no idea what their armament capabilities might be. Hidden arsenal of WMD’s suspected.
Military training exercises apparent. Yesterday I watched them ice skate down their ramp from a strategic position. One after another. They did not fly, slip or falter down the icy slope into a confused heap. Oh no, one by one they struck a pose and SKATED. Once they reached the bottom, they laughed (laughed, I say!), fluttered back up into Hell’s Henhouse and repeated the exercise.
Deployment may be imminent.
Using a high-end Codex, I deciphered some of the encrypted cackling in their native tongue:
“Dude! Watch this gnarly tube..”
“Pffft! That ain’t nothin’. Lookit, I can bunny hop the rail!”
“RADICAL! Seriously sick!”
Intentions unknown at this time. Will continue covert op to stockpile weapons and observe enemy movements.
End transmission.
BAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA……
HAHAHAHAA……..
WOOOOOOOO……*snort* cough, sputter, gasp!
too funny! Let me now if they ever decide to invade Texas!
Where did you get your chickens? Our chickens NEVER provided us with such entertainment! Maybe you should send them to the circus!
I’m eskeered! Don’t let’em get me!
If I could pawn them off to the circus I surely would, Kween. No worries everyone, I have them under close observation. If they relocate, I’ll put out a warning.
That picture is like, Alfred Hitchock scary…RRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
I’m not normally afraid of chickens, but I make an exception for yours.
*shudder*
Lady, you are just not right.
*snort*
You’re just now figuring this out, MJ?
BBAAHHAAAAAA, HAAAAAA,HAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I think you’ve let those chickens go to your head!!!!
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