The Legend of KFC

Chapter 1

One day, when I was young, my father took me to a very magical place, KFC. Kentucky Fried Chicken, even the name sounds delicous. As I entered, the smell of buttery biscuits and deep fried chicken hit my nose and as I took a deep breath, I felt as if I were floating and that this was all a dream. Me and my father strolled to the counter, where a nice lady greeted us and asked us what we would like. My father answered with a simple Chicken and biscuits as well as a trademark Coca- Cola. I had to wait for a extended amount of time, but i felt as if I had no care in the world because the aroma was so mouth watering, I felt like drooling a river. Finally, I got the platter and I felt like stuffing my face in the chicken bucket and it took all of my manners to hold me back from doing so. We walked to a empty table and with the honking of cars and the twinkling of stars, I picked up a chicken leg. Oh, what a majestic chicken leg it was! I felt like taking a huge bite in it and that is what I did; but right as I was about to savor the chicken,..... I woke up. I woke up and looked at the clock on my wall. 9:30, still have time to get some grub....... KFC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!