The Chicken, the Aunt and the Lighthouse

“What are you doing?”. Helga demands to get an answer, now running form the enraged chook. “You took everything from me!” cried the enraged bird. A fight broke out between the two. They ran around the entire lighthouse, Drumstick still swinging the cricket bat and the surprised old Helga defenceless from the barrage of abuse. Suddenly, Helga dove for the cricket bat, trying to get it away from her feathered foe. The struggle continued between the two. One last time, Helga demanded to know why drumstick was doing this, and once again, Drumstick remained silent. Through the struggle, the cricket bat was thrown into the air; the deranged chicken took advantage of the dazed Aunt and pushed her on the ground. Now, Helga was on the ground and drumstick prepared the swing at her. Helga blacked out and wakes up only to find herself strapped to a chair, hands tied behind her back and legs strapped to the chair. Her head was hurt from the cricket bat that had struck her. Waking up from her coma, her senses slowly returned to her. She could feel the cold wooden chair she was strapped to. she peered around the dark room she was in, with one dim light allowing her to see around the room, and the stairs leading to the living room. Her hearing slowly returns and suddenly, she hears footsteps in her living room.

“Ayden, is that you?” Helga asks. “Come down here and untie your Aunt.” Instead of seeing her Nephew coming down the stairs, she looks at the feathers rolling down the stairs, the talons scrapping down the wooden planks, all she saw was Drumstick.

“Why did you do it?” Helga demanded an answer. “You took everything from me!” the bird squawked. “What are you talking about Drumstick?”. “You see,” Drumstick began, starting to monologue, “chickens ruled the world before any humans, sure humans existed, but they didn’t rule. Over the years, the respect for chickens dwindled, as people began caging us and eating us. Using our children and eating them to. Now me, as the last egg king of the world, will restore order to the egg kingdom!”. As Drumstick raised the cricket bat, they heard a knock at the door… Chapter 6 – Jack Colahan “What’s going on in here?” Ayden yelled as he burst through the narrow doorway. A look of confusion spread across his face when he saw his Aunt, tied to an old wooden chair with her hands tied behind her back. Standing beside her was Drumstick, looking as handsome as ever.

“Drumstick!” Ayden said, “Did you do this?”

The fowl glanced Ayden up and down and then proceeded to strut over to him.

“Ayden! My boy!” the bird squawked as he drew closer. His long, bronzed legs gleamed under the dim lighting. The fowl’s talons were long and shiny, as if they were coated in gold.