So yesterday we went to my grandparents house for dinner and I had a really fun time... besides the incident that happened when my grandpa asked me if I would like to feed his chickens. I said yes not knowing the terrible "accident" that would happen next.
You see I have a phobia of chickens. They may look absolutely clueless and innocent but actually they are evil little demons just waiting to pounce on you and eat your brains. I even drew an illustration of me and a chicken.
That chicken may look sweet but actually it isn't. When my grandpa asked me to feed the chickens he also handed me a ice cream tub FILLED with chicken food. So I, thinking that everything was absolutely fine, strolled up to the chicken pen, unlocked the gate and walked in.. (I don't really want to talk about what happened next but anyway...) All of a sudden all 15 of my grandfathers chickens flew at my head in a very violent manner only trying to get the "food".
I screamed, threw the ice cream tub with the chicken food in it across the chicken pen while trying to fight off a whole lot of blood thirsty chickens hitting my face (I'm pretty sure they were blood thirsty. but if they weren't maybe they were trying to eat my eyeballs or something). So that includes my wonderful "adventure" in my Grandpa's chicken pen.
