This morning I was jolted awake by the sound of some animal in the process of being torn to bits. Imagine the sound of a mountain gorilla pummelling a grizzly bear with a live goose. It took me about a couple of seconds to go from, what the hell is that, to holy shit, the chickens. Vicki's attitude was, go back to sleep, we can get more chickens. Needless to say, I exploded out of bed and ran down stairs. I grabbed a kung fu staff I keep in the mudroom, also I grabbed what turned out to be Vicki's blouse and put it on. I stumbled out to the chicken shed and expected to find total carnage. Upon opening the shed door I found three half asleep chickens, all with a disgusted, what is it now, what's with the blouse, look on their faces. I was out of breath, my head was pounding, and I was shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline rush, but all was well. As I closed the door, they gave each other a, he means well look, and went back to sleep.
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