DISCLAIMER:: Don't own anything (no surprise there) *wails*
This story is based on my own little trauma. I was playing Zelda: ocarina of time and I was messing around with the cuccos. They got mad and mobbed me. They killed me and, well......DON'T mess with the cuccos.
Attack of the chickens!
The fellowship was resting after a long day's march. Merry and Pippin were sword fighting with Boromir and Gimli was trying, to no avail, to persuade Gandalf to take the road to the Mines of Moria. Suddenly, Legolas gave a small sign of alarm and peered into the blue sky ahead. "What is that?" Asked Sam, as they looked toward a small speck in the horizon. "Nothing, it's just a wisp of clouds," replied Gimli, who was not so sure himself. Boromir stepped up and squinted at the quick approaching spot. "No, it's moving fast and against the wind." "Crebain from Dunland!" Cried Legolas, who was able to see more clearly with his Elvin eyes. "No my friend," Aragorn stepped up to the crowd. "It is not Crebain. From this distance it is hard to tell but it looks like a flock of chickens." The hobbits crawled out from the spots they had chosen to hide when Legolas had give the alarm. They now had puzzled looks on their faces.
They all stared up at the approaching chickens. Why would chickens be- --- but Frodo never had time to finish his sentence. The chickens had arrived. "No! Mr. Frodo!" Sam cried as the chickens hoisted Frodo up in air. Merry and Pippin were in the same position as Frodo. Everybody was busy fighting off the fifty attacking chickens. Aragorn was trying to prevent being pecked by the chickens. He looked over to Gandalf who was beating them away with his staff. "Gandalf! What shall we do?! " "I think I may have a solution to the problem." He pulled a pouch out of his robe, took a handful of strange blue powder, and tossed it into their dangerously low fire. The chickens gave a cry, dropped the hobbits, and disappeared into a giant flame that erupted from their fire. The fellowship stared at the flame in wonder. When it had died down the chickens were nowhere to be seen. Everybody sighed with relief when they saw they were gone. Suddenly, something hit Pippin hard on the head. He looked down.... 'Fried chicken!! Merry look!" "Kentucky Fried Chicken for All!!!!" Cried Gandalf as they all collected the raining chickens.
This story is based on my own little trauma. I was playing Zelda: ocarina of time and I was messing around with the cuccos. They got mad and mobbed me. They killed me and, well......DON'T mess with the cuccos.
Attack of the chickens!
The fellowship was resting after a long day's march. Merry and Pippin were sword fighting with Boromir and Gimli was trying, to no avail, to persuade Gandalf to take the road to the Mines of Moria. Suddenly, Legolas gave a small sign of alarm and peered into the blue sky ahead. "What is that?" Asked Sam, as they looked toward a small speck in the horizon. "Nothing, it's just a wisp of clouds," replied Gimli, who was not so sure himself. Boromir stepped up and squinted at the quick approaching spot. "No, it's moving fast and against the wind." "Crebain from Dunland!" Cried Legolas, who was able to see more clearly with his Elvin eyes. "No my friend," Aragorn stepped up to the crowd. "It is not Crebain. From this distance it is hard to tell but it looks like a flock of chickens." The hobbits crawled out from the spots they had chosen to hide when Legolas had give the alarm. They now had puzzled looks on their faces.
They all stared up at the approaching chickens. Why would chickens be- --- but Frodo never had time to finish his sentence. The chickens had arrived. "No! Mr. Frodo!" Sam cried as the chickens hoisted Frodo up in air. Merry and Pippin were in the same position as Frodo. Everybody was busy fighting off the fifty attacking chickens. Aragorn was trying to prevent being pecked by the chickens. He looked over to Gandalf who was beating them away with his staff. "Gandalf! What shall we do?! " "I think I may have a solution to the problem." He pulled a pouch out of his robe, took a handful of strange blue powder, and tossed it into their dangerously low fire. The chickens gave a cry, dropped the hobbits, and disappeared into a giant flame that erupted from their fire. The fellowship stared at the flame in wonder. When it had died down the chickens were nowhere to be seen. Everybody sighed with relief when they saw they were gone. Suddenly, something hit Pippin hard on the head. He looked down.... 'Fried chicken!! Merry look!" "Kentucky Fried Chicken for All!!!!" Cried Gandalf as they all collected the raining chickens.