Hello guys this is the first of many snippets I'm posting here! Here is small an origin story of our favorite Disney Rooster. Feel review and follow me if you would like to see my own version of Donald and Jóse's origin story. Mean while I do have another story planned to come out as soon as I refine it more. Until then enjoy this small snippet. And who knows I may add on to this later.
Surrounded by darkness and hate; he had failed again. The young rooster peered down at the river that trickled softly below him as the cool summer night breeze ran through his feathers.
He had officially lost everything. His one chance to finally turn things around, to finally be accepted, to not be picked on and maybe even actually feel at home for once.
He couldn't hold back his tears any longer as the memories of earlier came back. Was this it? He now knew that he could never find a home, he knew he would always be the outcast, so why even try anymore? He continued to stare down at the black smooth water. He began to try to pull one of his legs over the small stone bridge he was standing on, until a gentle voice came from behind. "Are you sure you want to do that?" Startled, the small rooster cowered and looked up at the shadowy figure behind him.
"Wh-who are you?" He managed to faintly whisper out. The shadowy figure kneeled down in front of him, revealing a familiar face. The young rooster couldn't help but let out a small gasp; he couldn't believe who was standing in front of him.
"My name is Walt Disney. Panchito, you don't have to do this... How would you like to come back to America with me?"
"Wh-why me?"
"Why, you're the perfect rooster for the job!" Walt assured the rooster as a soft smile started to spread across his face