Chickeneo skipped merrily down the cobblestone street, happily daydreaming
about his latest true love, Chickenuliet. He paused at a flower stand to buy a
dandelion for her, then continued dreamily toward her quaint mansion.
Hearing a roar overhead, he glanced up in time to see a purple dragon skim only
inches above his head. The dragon's eyes widened at the sight of the flower, and
it licked its lips.
Chickeneo screamed and ran squawking down the street, with the flower-hungry
dragon in hot pursuit. Passersby, used to chickens pursued by dragons suddenly
zipping past, paid no heed and went calmly on with their daily lives.
Upon reaching Chickenuliet's house, Chickeneo stopped short and heroically dived
under the porch. The dragon, pleased by the large, fragrant flower beds,
promptly ate them.
Chickenuliet peered out her balcony window. She spotted the dragon and rubbed
her eyes with her wings. "What!?" she cried. "My flowers!" She thudded to the
ground in a dead faint.
"Nooo!" Chickeneo shouted from beneath the porch. "She's dead!" He burst into
noisy tears and cried without ceasing, except when he stopped to breathe.
The dragon huffed. Squawking, fainting, and crying--- these chickens were never
quiet! Put out, he yanked up the flowers, stuffed a handful of roses in his
mouth, and flew off for somewhere quieter to eat.
Meanwhile, Chickeneo continued wailing. The people were at a loss as to what to
do, until they hit upon the brilliant plan of locking him in a soundproof room.
Then the populace lived in peace.
The End
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