In May 2008 the New Zealand armed defenders were called out to the tranquil village in Albany to defend our country against a terrorist chicken. No warning was given and our oor little chicken freind never stood a chance against the cool guys dressed in black and armed with AK-47s. Dispite the chicken saying don't shoot a hail of bullets cut our chicken down and he died where he crowed he has now gone to the big KFC bucket in the sky and may we remember him as we lick our fingers YUM!
Disclaimer: Parts of this story may not be entirely true any likeness to any people or places are purely coincedental.
This is my second flash and I hope it's better than the last one.