The Amazing World of chickens

Bluey's story - part one

Bluey sat in his small cage. His bright red feathers were messy and falling out. His face was sickly pale and his crest was shrivelled and droopy. He so desperately wanted to walk in the sun, stretch his cramped, aching legs, spread his wings, crow at the top of his lungs without getting kicked. That was what he dreamed of every night. It was hard not to dream about that, when he was trapped in this dark, gloomy, stinky prison.

It hadn't always been like this though, he was once a very handsome rooster, living in a spacious pen with a loving family. He was well fed and loved, by both the humans and the hens he lived with. But one day, they got rid of him, he never fully understood why. A man came and they put him in his travel cage and loaded him into the mans truck, and he never saw them again.
Bluey was taken to a gloomy shed and was renamed scorcher. The man put him in a cage, barely big enough for his body. He was fed foul tasting food and water, and was taught to fight, and kill other roosters.

They had turned him into a killer. That was all he was. A fighting rooster, killing others if he wanted as much as to be fed.

The door opened, letting in the bright, unnatural light that lit the fighting room. Bluey squinted his eyes and turned his head away from the door. A lot of other roosters did the same. His master walked in and scanned the wall of cages. His eyes stopped at Bluey. With a cruel, toothy grin he unlocked his cage.
"Today's your day Scorcher." He said in his rasping, greedy voice. "You'll take this one down easily."
Bluey's master grabbed his legs and lifted him, upside down, out of the cage. He squawked and flapped his wings in a panic, his shrill voice echoed all around the shed.
"Quiet!" His master yelled loudly, shaking him until he stopped. Bluey felt defeated. He had tried escape every time he was taken out of the cage, but unfortunately, it always ended the same way.
"Stupid Cock! I might as well throw you in the meat grinder with the other useless ones!" He said cruelly. Bluey was scared and so let his master carry him the rest of the way out the door.

The stadium was filled with greedy looking men, holding money and shouting. It was much brighter and more alive then the shed, but stunk worse. While the shed smelt of poo and straw, the stadium smelt of death and blood. Bluey was thrown carelessly into the fighting area, where he met a young, timid looking rooster.
"Prove that you're not worthless!" His master shouted. Many men were shouting and placing bets on the roosters. They smelt of beer and greed. He looked at the other bird in the arena with him. He was obviously new, very young and healthy looking. Bluey didn't want to kill him, but he knew that it killing him would be kinder than letting live in this hell.

Bluey spread his red wings, stretching his cramped body, getting ready to fight. The other bird looked at him in terror as the monster of a rooster approached him. He run to the other side of the arena but was cornered by bluey. He was twice the young roosters size, killing him would be easy.
"I'm sorry I have to do this." He said. And within a minute or two, the young rooster was dead.