Hello. I haven’t really told you about me. My name is Chick Chicken. I love eating corn. I drive an old motorcycle that is a dark red. I never liked yellow so I dyed my feathers blue. I am no ordinary chicken, for I was chosen. You might ask, what does that mean? Well, it means I was picked to fight. Some time ago a pair of long legs landed on the planet Yolk, the planet I live on, and the chickens of Yolk have no idea what the pair of legs was, so I was chosen to defeat it.

I can’t believe it. My best friend is possessed by my neighbor. It started when Mr. Rodgers moved into the house right next to my house. He used to live down the street, but now every time my best friend goes to my house I see him. My best friend hated him. She threw tiny yellow thin flowers at his window, and would always sneer at him. Days ago Mr. Rodgers gave my friend some shiny red apples for her birthday. She ate them and now calls Mr. Rodgers, Lord Rodgers. I don’t know how to fix her, it’s hopeless.