There was once a young man named Matt who traveled to Spain. He was
traveling around the city of Madrid when he came upon a gathering of
people. They seemed to be in a complete panic.
"What's going on?" he asked in Spanish.
"It is el pollo diablo! He has returned!" replied a frantic merchant.
"El pollo diablo? What does that mean?" Matt thought to himself. He decided to consult his Spanish-American dictionary. "Well, 'pollo' is chicken, and 'diablo' is devil, so it must mean Devil Chicken. DEVIL CHICKEN!? That has to be a mistake."
At that moment the crowd began to part, and he witnessed something truly horrible. It was the remains of an old Spanish man. He had been pecked to death by el pollo diablo.
"How did a chicken do that?" he asked a Spanish woman who spoke English.
"Not just any chicken, el pollo diablo!" she cried, and ran off.
Matt shrugged it off and continued walking down the street. Eventually he began to get tired, and wanted to go home. Suddenly, he stopped and looked down at the ground. At his feet was a packet of twinkies. Matt LOVED twinkies. There was a trail leading into an alley. He decided to find the source of the Amazing Twinky Trail.
At the end of the alley, there was nothing but a brick wall. He decided to turn back around, but was stunned by the sight of a black chicken standing in front oh him.
"Where did you come from?" he asked the chicken as if it could speak.
It could speak. "I am el Pollo Diablo!" shrieked the chicken. With that, the chicken leaped onto Matt and began to peck him on the arm.
"What are you doing?" asked Matt, kind of annoyed.
"I'm killing you! I'm el Pollo Diablo!" cackled the chicken, so Matt was being pecked by el Pollo Diablo.
"Please stop that. I don't want to hurt you." said Matt calmly.
"Hurt me?! HA! I AM EL POLLO DIABLO!" and the chicken continued pecking.
A few hours later, a woman ran up to the young American who was coming out of the alley next to her shop.
"What happened? I heard a commotion!" she asked in English.
"You wouldn't believe it. There was this black chicken that attacked me." Matt replied.
The woman's eyes widened. "It was el pollo diablo! How did you escape with your life?" she asked, bewildered.
Matt shrugged. "Devil or no devil, it's still a chicken." he said confidentally.
"But what happened to it?" she asked in wonder.
"Like I said, it was a chicken, so I cooked it and ate it."
"What's going on?" he asked in Spanish.
"It is el pollo diablo! He has returned!" replied a frantic merchant.
"El pollo diablo? What does that mean?" Matt thought to himself. He decided to consult his Spanish-American dictionary. "Well, 'pollo' is chicken, and 'diablo' is devil, so it must mean Devil Chicken. DEVIL CHICKEN!? That has to be a mistake."
At that moment the crowd began to part, and he witnessed something truly horrible. It was the remains of an old Spanish man. He had been pecked to death by el pollo diablo.
"How did a chicken do that?" he asked a Spanish woman who spoke English.
"Not just any chicken, el pollo diablo!" she cried, and ran off.
Matt shrugged it off and continued walking down the street. Eventually he began to get tired, and wanted to go home. Suddenly, he stopped and looked down at the ground. At his feet was a packet of twinkies. Matt LOVED twinkies. There was a trail leading into an alley. He decided to find the source of the Amazing Twinky Trail.
At the end of the alley, there was nothing but a brick wall. He decided to turn back around, but was stunned by the sight of a black chicken standing in front oh him.
"Where did you come from?" he asked the chicken as if it could speak.
It could speak. "I am el Pollo Diablo!" shrieked the chicken. With that, the chicken leaped onto Matt and began to peck him on the arm.
"What are you doing?" asked Matt, kind of annoyed.
"I'm killing you! I'm el Pollo Diablo!" cackled the chicken, so Matt was being pecked by el Pollo Diablo.
"Please stop that. I don't want to hurt you." said Matt calmly.
"Hurt me?! HA! I AM EL POLLO DIABLO!" and the chicken continued pecking.
A few hours later, a woman ran up to the young American who was coming out of the alley next to her shop.
"What happened? I heard a commotion!" she asked in English.
"You wouldn't believe it. There was this black chicken that attacked me." Matt replied.
The woman's eyes widened. "It was el pollo diablo! How did you escape with your life?" she asked, bewildered.
Matt shrugged. "Devil or no devil, it's still a chicken." he said confidentally.
"But what happened to it?" she asked in wonder.
"Like I said, it was a chicken, so I cooked it and ate it."
