So I was walking down the street, laughable and in fairyland, but i was about to become fortunes fool. I came upon some strange bedfellows and they wanted me to buy a chicken that was as dead as a doornail but neither rhyme nor reason could overpower me and those bloodsucking eyesores could not get me to buy some chicken. A luck would have it they were men of steel and would not give up. It was circumstantial that they gave the chicken accommodation on the end of a fishing line which was an admirable feat for those punks. I then picked up something shiny on the ground and thought it was money but it was only a chocolate wrapper, all that glitters is not gold. As I stood up, I became pale-faced and went white as the driven snow for in front of me as a floating chicken. I did the natural human thing and urinated my self and then backed away from the unearthly thing, I thought 'what the dickens is going on?' Little did I know that I looked like a blinking idiot. Then to my amazement I saw that the chicken was on a string and not a unnatural super chicken at all. I became the laughing stock of the town, the game was up, every dog will have its day but this was not mine, the pranksters had been successful. I was late to work the next day and I was not rewarded for my tardiness, I had to nine own self be true, this one fell swoop would not be the be all and send all for I had planned a revenge most vile and zany.
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