I cannot call Todd chicken. Or laugh at him for being such. Even if he is one.


Dina's P.O.V

Todd had clutched his stomach and groaned, "Ooh, my stomach, I know I shouldn't have had that moldy cheese for my lunch..."

I was skeptical at his claim to be sick. "Moldy cheese? Do you seriously expect me to believe that? I saw what you ate for lunch, I was with you. You do this every time we do something eventful. Stop being chicken and man the fossil up."

Todd was at lost for words. His mandible kept opening, trying to form speech, then closing when he couldn't find the right words. Whatever sound came out of his mouth was all garbled. I found his quite amusing. I couldn't contain my laughter.

"I knew it, you are chicken! Bawk bawk bawk!" As I proceeded to cluck like an idiot, Todd was silent. He only stared at the ground.

After rolling on the floor and busting my gut laughing, I calmed down and composed myself. Todd was still sulking.

"Todd?"

He was silent.

"Todd, you know I was only joking right? Todd?"

Still not speaking.

"Geez man, you don't have to get all-"

He interrupted me mid sentence."How did you know?"

"How did I know...?"

He repeated himself once more. "Yes, how did you figure it out? I'm half chicken!"

"That is rediculo-" Before I could even finish my thought, feathers started sprouting out from his body and his mouth was replaced by a beak. His arms were replaced with the wings of a chicken and he flew off into the horizon.

What?