Once upon a time, there was one little red hen who lived on a farm. She has three lazy ass roommates, but because hen was religious and felt as if it was God's duty to care for them, she didn't mind that they were. One day, like the peasant the hen was, she found some seeds on the ground. Like every single person in these stories, she decided to plant them, because you know, fuck logic. She didn't think twice about how hard it is to tend to plants, so she asked her roommate, the cat.
"Miss Kitty, can you help me water the seeds?" the hen asked politely.
The cat was doing the shimmy to Fiddler On The Roof and hissed. "You picked planted the mother fuckers. Water them yourself."
The hen walked away from the cat, but was enraged, then she watered them. A few days passed, the cat went missing, and no one seemed to care though. Months pass, the seeds grew into some green plant. The protagonist of the story went to the dog and asked it to help her pick the plant.
"Naw dawg. Do it your self." The dog replied, still wanking as he talked to the hen. All the did was wank, eat, sleep.
Annoyed, the hen did it her self. The plant was on he counter and she decided she was going to put it in her brownies. The hen went to the duck, who was grooming her yellow feathers like she was the queen of the hockey-pokey.
"Miss Duck. Wanna help me make some brownies?" The hen asked sweetly. Frankly, the duck was her favourite one out of all of the roommates. The duck scoffed and shook her head. "No one has time for that when some people here have to look nice in this ratchet house." She said as she slammed the door in the hens face.
Now pissed, the hen started to make the brownies and in the batter, put bleach, arsenic, moth balls, and that green plant in it. She made the brownies and called out the dog and he duck. They two animals ate it, then died.
FIN.
