chicken run

A Tale of Two Chickens


By Labyrinth Dumbledore

A/N: Ginger and Rocky are together, blahdee blahdee blah. This is my first Chicken Run fic...I'm mostly a Harry Potter author but it won't kill me to write a couple other kinds. Um..This is mainly about all the chickens in their little paradise but then suddenly...something horrible happens...and all of their lives are changed forever. This is the first part in a series. I warn you- this is drama. I doubt I will get many readers since no one reads Chicken Run fanfictions, right? But...I'll give it a go...if I get good reviews, I'll write the rest. So please read and review! I'm really eager to actually start working on the rest!

Ginger lay on the highest hill at the "Chiken Sanctuary". She looked up at the clouds, identifying each cloud's unique shape. She saw one that looked like Mrs. Tweedy. Another looked like the dogs she had run into every night back at the Tweedy's farm. All the memories swirled around in her head. Now, she couldn't believe that after all those hard years of egg-laying and trying to escape were unnecessary. The answer had been right under her beak the whole time. The first time she had thought of escaping she could have just asked Fowler about that crate he had flew. But then again, if they had escaped earlier she never would have met Rocky.

"Hullo, Ginger, what are you up to?" Ginger heard a thump next to her as somechicken sat down. She turned her head and saw Babs sitting with her feet crossed, knitting away.

"Oh nothing really Babs. I'm just thinking." Ginger replied.

"About what?"

"What it was like at the Tweedy Farm."

"Oh dear, Ginger. Those are some very not good thoughts!" Babs said nervously. Ginger raised her "eyebrows" (if chickens have eyebrows).

"Well, they're memories. Very, very important ones. I spent all of my life at that farm so there's nothing ELSE to think about."

"Of course there's more to think about! I hatched an egg this morning!" Babs exclaimed. Ginger rolled her eyes.

"Babs, if that's all you can think about, you should be doing something more interesting so that you have something interesting to think about once you start thinking instead of thinking about eggs!" She shouted. Babs blinked in surprise.

"I'm sorry, Ginger, but I did not get that."

"Great Chickens, Babs! You're head is full of squashed flies!" Ginger got up and waved her wings about furiously. "Sometimes I wish you did other things besides knitting and laying eggs! Maybe you could so something useful, Babs...something productive." Babs looked hurt. But Ginger didn't care then. She was NOT in a good mood. She was thinking about the Tweedys themselves. Boy, they made her so angry! She slid down the hill and stomped off towards her coop which was placed under the shade of a tree.

Once she was safe inside and she had properly slammed the door, she sat down on her nest and began to grumble about how stupid Babs was getting these days...the lazy old git. Suddenly, she gasped. What was she doing? What was she saying? What was she thinking? Babs was one of her best friends! She and her had so many fun times together and Babs was such a nice chicken! And now she was calling her an idiot? How dare she! Ginger slapped herself mentally. She was such a bad, bad hen. She was ditching her friends. She had to apologize to Babs.

Later, she told herself and sighed. I have to give myself some time to myself. It's uncomfortable to run back to her and say sorry...

"Ginger, are ya thur?" It was Mac. Translated from her accent, she had said-'Ginger, are you there?" Luckily, Ginger had been friends with Mac for so long that she could understand every word. Rocky was still clueless, though. Ah, Rocky...Ginger woke herself up before she could start dreaming about the handsome rooster and opened the door.

"Come in, Mac." She said. Mac stepped inside gratefully.

"It's gettin' wundy ow thur! Nice ta get buck inside!" Mac responded. (*If you didn't understand her accent, readers, she just said "It's getting windy out there! Nice to get back inside!" I love doing Mac's Scottish accent! It's so fun! But it's pretty easy to understand. Now, keep reading.*) She was dragging a sack behind her.

"Mac, what's in the bag?" Ginger asked once Mac was settled on a pile of straw. She sat down on her own bed.

"Ah! I'm glud ya asked, Ginger. This-" Mac opened the sack and stuck her wing inside it. She pulled out a small object. "is me latest invention!" Ginger smiled.

"What does it do?"

"Aye, good question! Now, sometimes when ya lay eygges (pronounced *ay-ggs. "ay" as in "day") and the little chicks hatch, they're little mischief-makers, eh? Well, not anymore! Ya put this over their beaks so that they aren't squealin' and squawkin' all day! They aren't noisy or anythin'! Good, eh?" Mac said proudly. " Would ya like me to demonstrate?"

"Well, Mac, that's very nice of you-"

"I'd be happy to! Let me get some chicks..." Mac adjusted her glasses and left. A few minutes later she was holding a little chick's wing and pulling her inside Ginger's coop before the wind could blow the chicklet away.

"Here ya go! Now, on the way here...she was squeakin' and makin' such a racket tha' I thut me ears would explode!" Mac told Ginger. She placed the chick on a pile of straw.

"Mac, chickens don't HAVE ears!" Ginger reminded her.

"Oh. Well, anyway, so as to quiet the lad down, I shall poot this contraption on her beak..." Mac picked up the device and clamped it on the little chicklet's beak. The chick began to protest by squirming around but she wouldn't be able to take the thing off.

"Mac, she doesn't seem to like it." Ginger looked sadly at the unhappy youngling.

"Aye, that's what all the chicks have been doin'." Mac laughed nervously, scooped up the chicken, and scrambled out the door. Ginger shook her head slowly and smirked. Mac would have to work just a bit on her inventions.


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Later that day, Ginger was taking a walk along the pond. There was the sound of crunching grass behind her. She assumed it was just a couple of chicks playing tag behind her. She walked a bit faster so she wouldn't have to get involved in their game. She dreamed of her and Rocky dancing again like on that night at the Tweedy's farm when Rocky and those two sneaky mice brought the radio to one of the chicken coops. She and Rocky had actually kissed on that device they had built that got them off the farm. But about a week ago Rocky had went on a trip. He told them that he had gone to get something special for the whole group. The chickens were sad but they promised to wait for him. He said he would come back soon. But to Ginger, soon was too long. She missed him so much. The way he talked... the jokes he made... the way he could cheer everyone up when they were down...it was hard without Rocky.

"Ginger!" She heard a voice from far away. Ginger looked around curiously. Who had said her name? She looked in back of her. She was right in the beginning...sort of. There were tiny chicks chasing each other behind her back. They weren't following her. Ginger looked at the treetops, at the fields, and the hills. The hills. On one hill there was a dark figure jumping up and down. She squinted. Who was that?

"Who are you?" She called to the shadow.

"Ginger! Giiiiiinger!" The thing repeated. She recognized that voice. As the figure slid down the hill, yelling her voice...she suddenly recognized him. It was...ah, who else but-

"ROCKY!" Ginger screamed. She ran toward the familiar rooster. The two were both running towards each other when all of a sudden-

THUMP.

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

The two had bumped into each other. They were running at full speed and before they could stop they actually bumped into each other! The two fell into each others arms-or wings- laughing.

"Rocky! Oh, I missed you!" Ginger said happily into Rocky's neck. Rocky nodded, too busy laughing to say anything. Ginger stood up, taking Rocky up with her.

"Ginger, baby, I brought back a surprise." Rocky said in his American accent.

"Really now? What IS the surprise you brought back?" Ginger asked in her English accent. The two gazed at each other for a moment, then Rocky broke their stare by looking back over his shoulder.

"I left it with Bunty. She's showing the other chicks. If we run, you'll get to join them." Rocky told her. He looked back at her, grabbed her wing, and they both sprinted to the gathering of chicken coops they had made under the trees.

They reached Bunty's home and they heard giggling inside. Rocky opened the door.

"Hello girls!" He said. The chickens began squawking in delight. They all gathered around Rocky, all trying to get their own personal hug. "Ladies, ladies, there's plenty of the Lone Free Ranger to go around!" Ginger moved out of the way and went to examine the "surpise" that Rocky brought. It was a...Ginger didn't know exactly what it was. It was rather small. It was shiny and it was gold colored. Bunty came over and whispered something to Ginger.

She told Ginger that it was a ring.



So, folks, how do you like it so far? I decided that this was a good place to leave off. I know it's kinda short but I'll post the next part if I get nice reviews. I don't think I made many grammatical errors or typos.

Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to whoever created the movie.