Pink chickens, blue chickens, chickens with white spots, and stripes, chickens with shiny glitter-like feathers, green chickens, purple chickens, rainbow chickens, totally psychedelic chickens. Hundreds, no thousands, no MILLIONS of them. They were pissed off and attacking any human in sight. Pecking, clawing, screaming, jumping, flying, you name it. They attacked men, women, children, it really didn't matter. WTF?????
And so it came to life that fateful year: Zombie Chickens!!!!
It was revenge day all around the world. The zombie chickens were avenging all the eggs which were dyed, decorated and wasted in the name of some inexplicable human holiday. Why would anyone take such a delicious, nutritious, and valuable thing such as an egg, decorate it so beautifully, only to waste it. The humans could have avoided this cosmic chicken cataclysm if they had just eaten the eggs, and not wasted them. Even feeding the eggs to the cats would have prevented this zombie poultry apocalypse.
Carnage was the scene, both human and chicken. The aftermath was something to behold. Lots of dead chickens - all of which had to be eaten to avoid another possible zombie incident. For the next few years, the world ate chicken, and lots of it. The chickens weren't wasted. And going forward, all Easter eggs were eaten. No extreme waste and no more zombie chickens!
John and Paula have a small quarter acre farm in Pleasant Hill, California and they still sleep a little uneasy at night when some of their harvest goes to waste, be it animal or vegetable.
Happy Easter!
And so it came to life that fateful year: Zombie Chickens!!!!
It was revenge day all around the world. The zombie chickens were avenging all the eggs which were dyed, decorated and wasted in the name of some inexplicable human holiday. Why would anyone take such a delicious, nutritious, and valuable thing such as an egg, decorate it so beautifully, only to waste it. The humans could have avoided this cosmic chicken cataclysm if they had just eaten the eggs, and not wasted them. Even feeding the eggs to the cats would have prevented this zombie poultry apocalypse.
Carnage was the scene, both human and chicken. The aftermath was something to behold. Lots of dead chickens - all of which had to be eaten to avoid another possible zombie incident. For the next few years, the world ate chicken, and lots of it. The chickens weren't wasted. And going forward, all Easter eggs were eaten. No extreme waste and no more zombie chickens!
John and Paula have a small quarter acre farm in Pleasant Hill, California and they still sleep a little uneasy at night when some of their harvest goes to waste, be it animal or vegetable.
Happy Easter!
