Renesmee POV
"Uh, yeah. Chicken's good," the policemen muttered, "but I need to look at your license now."
Alice nodded, "That's all I needed to know."
Alice turned around, and handed him her license. He glanced over it quickly before giving it back to her. When she went to put it back into her purse—which happened to be in the backseat—she did something I completely did not expect. At all. I mean this was like a shark attacking you in a public pool or an elf keying your car or a llama raping you in New York City. Well actually, that last one might not be so farfetched.
The policemen screeched loudly as the chicken started clawing at his face. I stared at Alice with my mouth agape for a moment, but I quickly reacted, screeching, "DRIVE, ALICE, DRIVE!"
Alice floored it, and I was pretty sure we were going at least two hundred miles an hour. This was the only time her reckless driving was permitted. We had to escape the police.
"Alice, where'd you get the chicken?" I asked. "I didn't even smell it when we were in the car before."
Alice laughed her chime-like laugh, and then said seriously, "Magic, Renesmee. Magic."