“And three…Two…One…Awaken.”
Farmer Ben blinked several times as the audience laughed, and the hypnotist helped him up off the chair. They laughed and cheered when he got on his overalls, and picked up his pitchfork. He chewed on his tobacco, peering in the dark. He saw feathered shapes in the dark, the laughter transforming into clucking. Hundreds of chickens were laughing at him, drinking their chicken drinks, and putting on airs. No god damned chicken was going to laugh at him as he took the pitchfork to them.
The hypnotist sighed. This was why you didn’t break from the script.
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- Steven Fluet
- Chicago, IL, United States
- I'm an Arts Administrator, Writer, and Podcaster, looking to get out of my 'fallback' life.
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