Story Time🥳🚀
Heeeeeey you,
Today I wish to tell a story. Are you ready!😜
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Mama T had always found solace in her little poultry in the backyard. It was a small world of clucks and feathers🪶 that kept her company while her husband and children were away. Her little flock of roosters had started with eleven chicks, a task to fill her lonely hours with purpose.
Days turned into weeks, and Mama T noticed something peculiar about one of her chicks. It was a withdrawn little thing, it refused to peck at the feed she provided or sip from the water bowl. She watched with concern as the chick’s energy weakened, and before long, it lay lifeless in the cage. This sad fate befell all her other chicks, leaving her with just one survivor: Kuckroo.
Kuckroo grew stronger with each passing day. His white feathers became brighter, and his red comb vibrant, a testament to his resilience. But as he grew, so did his ego. He transformed into a bully, claiming dominance over the newbies that Mama T introduced into the flock.
Each time they were released into the backyard, he would parade around, his chest puffed out proudly, proclaiming himself not just a mere fowl but a relative of Mama T – untouchable, as he put it.
He silenced the morning crows, commanded other birds against the early morning chorus insisting that it was his sole responsibility. Any fowl that dared challenge his authority would suffer the wrath of his sharp beak and claws.
The other chickens in the backyard grew to despise Kuckroo. They however lived in constant fear of his tyranny, they hope and prayed for days when Mama T’s poultry would become a safe heaven and peaceful sanctuary. They crowded together, and mostly avoided crossing paths with the supposed lord of the yard.
Then, one day, Mama T’s daughter came for a visit with her little girl. Mama T walked to the yard, determined to show her daughter the chicken that had become a legend in their little backyard. Kuckroo was uncharacteristically quiet as Mama T reached for him. ‘My stay at the yard is over, I would be treated more specially once I’m carried to the home’, he thought aloud.
That night, the family gathered around the dinner table, serving themselves from the centerpiece of a delicious spread of fried rice and tender tasty fried chicken. The aroma filled the room as they dug in the meal. Little did they know that the main course had a name – Kuckroo, the once-survivor turned bully.
As they had each bite, they couldn’t help but marvel at the irony of life. Kuckroo, the lone survivor, had thrived against all odds but had become a tyrant in his own right. In the end, he became more than just a chicken; he became a symbol of how power can corrupt even the most humble beginnings.
And as the family shared stories and laughter around the dinner table, they knew that Kuckroo’s legacy would live on, not as a bully of a chicken but as a lesson in the complexities of life.
