Cosas de Chicken Run/Chicken Run Stuff (Español + English)

Retired soldier (One-shot) (Inglés)

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Fowler was just a grumpy old rooster, that's what all the hens thought. Even though that was partly true, that wasn't all that Fowler was.

He was really in the RAF, he lived freely and peacefully in a small town before, but the army found him and made him the mascot of the 644 squadron along with other roosters. Despite all the dead Fowler saw, he learned the art of war, strategies, and an instinct for leadership.

When the war ended, Fowler was sold to the Tweedys farm, where he was imprisoned and forced to fertilize the hens eggs along with other roosters.

All the chickens had accepted their fate, all but one: Molly. Brave, determined and wanted to escape from that hell with the rest. But one day, that changed, when Molly had her eggs.

That day, Fowler was in his hut cleaning his RAF medal, until Molly suddenly walked in with two eggs on her wings, making him angry –You know there's something called "knocking on the door", right?–

–There's no time– Molly responded hurriedly, showing the eggs to Fowler –I need you to hide these now–

–Why do you want to hide those eggs? You know that if you don't give them, they'll kill you, right?–

–They're not just eggs, they're my children!– Molly exclaimed, surprising Fowler. She began to look for a place to hide her eggs –I don't want those monsters to take my babies, I need to hide them around here...–

Fowler was going to complain, but he knew that Molly was still going to do it, he was the last rooster left on the farm since, due to the large number of hens, they sold the roosters to avoid overpopulation. Fowler sighed –Fine, I'll help you hide them...–

The Tweedys never checked the roosters hut, they didn't produce eggs, so it would be stupid to look at it. Molly's eggs were safe with Fowler; he, despite not wanting to admit it, sometimes treated them as if they had already hatched, such as covering them with a blanket and telling them about his days in the RAF.

One day, one of the eggs hatched, a little chick was born, and Molly named her Ginger.

Molly, despite having put aside her escape plans to take care of her children, Ginger was like her, only she didn't want to make escape plans because she didn't know what happened to the hens that didn't lay eggs...

While the second egg had not hatched yet, it was still hidden in Fowler's hut, and Ginger sometimes came to visit to talk to her future brother or sister.

One of those days, Fowler, of course, was cleaning his RAF medal, until someone knocked on his door. He got up to open the door, and see Ginger as a little girl with some hay in her wings –Until someone knows what to knock before entering means–

–Can I come in to give the egg some hay, Mr. Fowler?– Ginger asked.

–Don't you think it already had enough hay?– Fowler, although he appreciated that Ginger was polite to him, he didn't like that she was in his hut all day. Ginger just looked at him a little annoyed and passed between Fowler's legs to enter –Hey!–

Ginger uncovered the British cape that Fowler used as a blanket to reveal the egg, wrapped in hay from the drawer that was a bed, Ginger put the hay that she had on her wings –Done!– Ginger said proudly –Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?–

–Who knows, there is no way to identify the gender of an egg...– Fowler said disinterestedly, sitting on the hay on his bed.

–I don't care, as long as it's happy with mom and me, I'll be happy too– Ginger said innocently, hugging the egg. Fowler smiled, being glad that that innocence was still in Ginger, since one day she would have to find out what happened to the hens that didn't lay eggs...

A few weeks later, a male chick hatched from the egg, and Molly named him Nobby.

Nobby was more clumsy and clueless than Ginger, but he always tried to help her because of his great admiration for her. Both chicks were quite taken care of by Fowler whenever Molly had to lay eggs or was busy, and even though they were annoying at times, Fowler really loved them very much, as if they were his own grandchildren.

But one fateful day, Molly was having trouble laying eggs, so she was chosen to be that day's dinner...

Ginger and Nobby were obviously scared and confused by seeing their mother being taken away by the neck, and Fowler had no choice but to explain to them that Molly was going to be beheaded...

And so, Ginger and Nobby watched as their mother was beheaded in front of their very eyes...But that only made Ginger want to resume Molly's escape plans.

Thanks to Mac's arrival, Ginger was able to calculate better her escape plans, and even though they always failed, she never gave up. And Nobby always tried to help her however he could, he couldn't let his sister work on all that alone.

...But fate was not always good, since, again, due to the immense number of hens, they had to sell Nobby (who at that time was about to reach adolescence and he thought that way the hens would be romantically interested in him...And the truck carrying him crashed, so everyone assumed he died...

...Even so, Ginger never gave up, every loss hurt her, but it motivated her to keep going. Fowler really admired that, not even in the war they had such guts, Ginger was the only hen who managed to give him enough confidence to fly that plane despite not knowing how.

...And, currently, although Fowler was the ridicule of the group for his advanced age and curmudgeonly character, those who knew him well knew that inside he was someone fair and honest, and that he truly cared about them, war just hardened his exterior, but inside he was a softie...

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Again, sorry if the One-shot is a little short, but I swear on my collection of eeveelutions plushies that the next one (aka the last one) will be longer, I swear on my...baby teeth

Seriously, I don't know what else to say, I love every characters in Chicken Run unconditionally, no matter how irrelevant they are (AJEM AJEM FRIZZLE AJEM AJEM), I don't know, they all have their charisma *agony*

But hey, I already feel a little better from my ass week (my father had surgery and I'm getting overwhelmed with exams) and I'm a little more motivated to continue writing, so well, I'm doing well, don't worry :D (literally my desire to live is like raccord errors or the ears in my characters, sometimes they are there and sometimes they're not)

But hey, I will never change my mood but my drawing style is pretty damn cool. Thanks for reading and see you when I update a new part if Xiaro doesn't come to sue me for stealing her ideas

Bye!