( Sounds I Hear When I Wake Up... )
I finally decided, after months of thinking, that I wanted to escape. I decided to go alone. I didn't care about these useless birds. All they can think and talk about is the time of day they're fed. It's sickening I tell you, totally disgusting. It makes me ashamed of being born a chicken, but then I remind myself that I'm not like them, I'm different, better than all the others. Anyways I need to think of a way to escape. I just don't know where to start.
Ding Ding
Oh! It's lunch time, I was waiting for this all day... Hey just because I look forward to feeding doesn't mean it's all I think about. Goodness I think about what I can eat once I escape. Mmmm caterpillars, I've never had one but I've heard stories of how juicy they get... Oh I'm drooling look what you made me do! Well I gotta go eat or else all these birds will eat it all, ALL of it...
