Empty Space Upon A Clean Plate

Chauncey had life a good life, for a chicken. With plenty of grain, water, and an entire barn of chickens to talk to, Chauncey had no complaints. He was just a chicken, after all.

Leonard had been through a lot. He had suffered greatly, but somehow knew a great destiny was at hand. Fulfillment was on his lips as he waited in anticipation for his judgment day.

Who knew the fate that awaited the lettuce and his pals?