Fiction

Chickens

Why did it have to be chickens?

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“Chickens! Why did it have to be chickens?” Serena looked in the old red barn and saw a large chicken coop filled with a few hundred harmless-looking chickens. But Serena knew better. She sniffed. The barn smelled of chicken poo and rancid fat. There a dozen chick heads sticking out of the straw on the floor under the chicken killing stand. If this old barn…