Love at a Farm: Fowl Play

IIIII

     ****one month later****

     Putin walked into the pen that he visited everyday.

     But today a women stood in front of the hen that he adored.

     "What's going on?" He said in Russian to the woman.

     " It seems impossible."

     "What seems impossible?"

     She turned back at him with furrowed brows, " This hen...it's pregernant."

     Putin dropped the vodka he was holding and isn't shattered on the ground.

     ****9 months later****

     "Push. Push."

     A clucking human cry was heard and Putin held the wing of the hen as a baby was born. It's face was of human but it's arms were wings.

     "I'm gonna go get Vodka" he said to his hen/wife.

     He left and upon return, a group of nurses waited in thiere.

     "I'm sorry, Mr. Putin, but you're wife didn't make it." Tears filled his eyes as he tried to see his wife.

     "What about my baby, where is my baby." The nurses looked at each other then back at him.

     "The baby didn't make it either." Putin fell to the floor with the vodka and cried as hard as he ever had.

     ****2 months later****

     A pale man laid on a bed.

     Vodka bottles littered the room and the man breathed very slowly.

     He breathed his last breath and whispered the words of a broken man.

     "I got eggactly what I deserve."

     His soul drifted to a place where his chicken wife and chicken/human son played soccor. And alas he was warm and full.

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The book is over. I apologize for the way it ended. I worked really hard writing 1000 words per chapter and putting my blood and sweat into this book and never letting my personal life affect me even though my fingers are gone, and I lost my last pair of pants. loves😚😚😚😚😙😗

QOTD: what do you guys think about our impending doom in the universe and the fact that everything we cars about won't matter in the end because our existence is only a small factor in the grand scale of our universe?