As their eyes adjusted to the current light conditions, the gang recognized two boring guards, but in particular, the center figure caught the attention of Lawrence, Grace, and Willie. It was Nigel. Their naive, yet good farmer friend!
He walked toward them smiling.
“Well, it looks to me like you’ve found some friends!” Nigel exclaimed, motioning toward Winston and Jaxon.
“Do you fellas want to experience some good country air?” Nigel asked. “I need to take at least these three home.”
Winston and Jaxon nodded in agreement, hoping Nigel didn’t notice. If he found out animals could talk, the group would never get a moment’s peace.
The gang was carefully lead outside toward a rented U-Haul. Stepping inside, they breathed a sigh of relief. Even though it was a smaller space, it was only temporary, and they were with someone they could trust.
The gang communicated with regular animal sounds on the bumpy ride home to the farm so as not to arouse the suspicion of Nigel. He was great, but the less he knew the better.
As much as Lawrence enjoyed his freedom in the city, he was happy to be returning to the farm.
In a relatively short period of time they were back home in their familiar barn.
Lawrence went for a strut around the yard. Everything was the same, yet different. The hens were noticing him and walking over to greet him. As he strolled past Butch’s coop one hen mentioned quite loudly that Lawrence was more physically attractive than Butch.
Clearly Lawrence was not the same skinny chicken that had left the farm to go on an adventure.
However, the high of being liked was short lived as Butch had heard the comments of the aforementioned hen. This caused him to come out of his coop in a jealous rage.
“You’re back!” Butch screamed at Lawrence.
“Yeah I am, Butch. What’s it to you?” Lawrence asked cooly.
The commotion attracted Lawrence’s friends and the other farm animals. Soon there was a circle around the two roosters.
“This is my farm!” Butch screamed. “These are my hens! How dare you take them away from me!”
“Guess we’ll have to fight to the death to see who is the better rooster.” Lawrence chirped with all the fake confidence he could muster. Lawrence had never fought in his life.
Little did he know, neither had Butch. Butch had everything handed to him due to physical attractiveness and had never had to work for anything in his entire life. They were basically even, except Lawrence was younger than Butch.
The crowd of animals around them began screaming “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
It was on whether they wanted it to be or not.
The two roosters pecked, bit, and clawed at each other while various popular fight songs played on a Bluetooth speaker in the background.
Half an hour passed with neither rooster making much headway on the other.
At this point Grace had had enough. She plowed into the ring. “If you roosters can’t solve this. I’ll solve it for you!” She screamed. With the unexpected reflexes of a cat, Grace’s cow form was sitting on Butch’s head, pinning him to the ground. As if the sheer weight of her body wasn’t enough to make things unlivable for Butch, the fart of all farts she let out for good measure wold turn out to be the nail in the coffin of this otherwise underwhelming fight.
With his last breath, Butch had screamed “You’re a dirty cheater!”
“It never hurts to network.” Lawrence replied.
These were the last words Butch heard before he passed away.
Lawrence was now alpha rooster on the farm. This transition happens instantly without a coronation or ceremony of any kind.
Nigel and family skinned, cooked, and ate Butch that night.
It is unfortunate that Lawrence caught a glimpse of what would eventually be coming for him at the end of the line. Currently, he still had breath in him. Lawrence decided he wasn’t going to escape anymore. He had responsibilities. He also had great friends to enjoy life with. Of course he couldn’t forget all the hens! Lawrence could live every day he had left like it was an adventure. Right where he was!
THE END