(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.
Chapter IX: The Evil Chickens have LEFT the Building!