The Final Battle

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I don't own this picture....funny ain't it?


Y/n POV

After I came up with the way to build a crate and everyone was given a job, we began building. 

I had to forget about Rocky, but he was always in the back of my head like a buzzing bee. 

What was this feeling I was feeling in my chest? 

Was it love?......No! I'm not in love with Rocky!.....Am I? 

No! Get out of your head Y/n! Focus! 

I sudden hear the farmer in the barn....the machine was fixed! 

"Oh, no. He's fixed it." I stated. 


Mrs. Tweedy POV

"Get the chickens." I demanded. 

"Which ones?" Mr. Tweedy asked me, clueless as always. 

"All of them." I stated. 


Mr. Tweedy POV

I went out to get the chickens when I saw a few of them getting away with my tools. 

"Me tools! Why, you thieving little buggers!" I shouted. 

"What's the plan?" one of them asked. 

"Attack!" Another shouted. 

"Huh?" I asked. 

"Nice plan." Another shouted. 

"Mrs. Tweedy! Aaaah! Mrs. Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!" I shouted. 

"Finally, something we agree on." The f/c chicken said. 

"Help! Mrs... Mmm... Mmm?" I tried to scream for help but they put a cloth over my mouth and eyes and I blacked out. 


Y/n POV

"Under the hut! Come on!" I stated. 

"What have we done?" Babs asked. 

"This is it, everyone. We're escaping." I stated. 

"What, now?" Mac asked me. 

"Now!" I exclaimed. 

"But, Y/n, she's not ready." Mac stated. 

"Listen. We'll either die free chickens or die trying." I stated. 

"Are those the only choices?" Babs asked me. 

"Let's do it." I said. 

"Scramble! This way!" Fowler shouted as we all headed towards the crate. 

 

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