"We cannot tolerate such behaviour anymore. We have our own rights. Lets stage a sit-in against these humans who think we are helpless," said the Head Chicken standing on the counter of a butcher's shop.
"Yes! Who do the hoomans think they are."
"Those chicken killer demons."
"We should cut them in tiny pieces and fry them."
"It's high time we had a talk".
A chorus of human friendly comments came from the agitated chickens gathered around their leader.
"Our Chief is right," a tiny voice squeaked from the massive crowd. The owner of the voice soon forced his way out and ran to the Chief. He was quite young but very ambitious. His tiny body was tense with excitement and he looked ready to burst. The little chick had recently lost his parents to a Nugget Company and was more than eager to avenge his parents by any means necessary.
"We cannot just stand and watch our poor relatives being murdered and changed into nuggets, sausages and other hateful delicacies," the little chick shouted, his voice cracking and eyes brimming with tears.
"That's the spirit lad," announced the Chief thumping him on the back.
"So what do you say folks. Let us be the representatives of the Downtrodden Chickens against the one with the Knives," he boomed.
"YAAY CLUCK KA CLUCK," the crowd cheered. Their battle cry resounding across the shop startling the mice and rats back in their holes.
A burning passion had been ignited in the heart of each and every chicken after the sentimental speech. They were determined to avenge the thousands of deformed chickens gurgling in the gigantic stomach of the greedy humans. It was the most excited, vengeful and furious mob of chickens ever assembled in this history of mobs. They enthusiastically began preparing for the great movement that could change the future of chickens and humans for better or worse(respectively)
All the influential chickens had gathered near the counter devising strategies to make the humans acknowledge their rights.
One of them a muscular rooster kept shouting after short intervals like a dying engine taking its last breaths. "Blow em," he kept saying, " We gotta blow em all...and I Trunner IIII will be the one leading the assault". He belonged to a long line of fighters and was well respected and praised among the chickens.
Another chicken, a petite hen kept adjusting her oversized glasses on the bridge of her beak.
"We should endeavor to communicate with the humans instead of resorting to violence," she kept saying briskly, much to Trunner's annoyance. She wasn't considered very important, a commoner but that was before she had discovered the magical glasses abandoned near the shop. Now she carried herself with a dignified air and made it a habit to disagree with whatever Trunner proposed.
The Chief had little care for their opinions. He was above their pathetic advices. His vision was much broader and glorious. This was only the beginning of his grand scheme, World Domination.
He had thirsted for power for as long as he could remember. It was this thirst that had led him to dodge the butcher and get his big brother killed instead. Just to become Chief. But now he was bored of leading such undignified and dumb animals. He wanted to seize the Ultimate Throne, all the shops of Hoffman Street. Especially the one with the lovely Kiara whom he had fallen in love with at first sight. With all the butchers under him it would be a matter of moments to control the entire Lilith Village. Lilith Village according to his limited knowledge was the entire world.
The pawns had been placed. He had made his first move
On the other side, masses of chicken were busy either sharpening their beaks on the marble tiles or scraping messages on the left over feathers of their relatives. The hard working chickens had succeeded in making a number of banners.
"We Demand Respect", one said
"We give you eggs for breakfast. Have some shame for goodness sake."
"We want Chicken Rights to be passed and followed."
"Eat beef; beef is healthier and safer."
Such remarks had been written on the feathers. One said "Treat us as Humans" but the Chief immediately got it changed to "Treat us as Money."
When the chickens asked the reason he triumphantly said,"Are you crazy? Humans treat humans even worse than they treat us. They only treat Money with respect." All the chickens nodded their beaks in admiration. They certainly had a very clever Chief.
As the Chief was scouring the busy chickens, the little chick from before ran up to him. Keeping his voice low he anxiously said, "Sir! What if the movement fails and the humans don't acknowledge our rights".
The Chief guffawed, his huge stomach dangling from one side to the other,"You are a clever little chick thinking like that. But you don't have to worry. I will take care of..Eevverything," he said his beak curling into what seemed like a conspiratorial smile. The little chick was soo proud of being called clever. It looked like his eyes would pop out any moment.
Seeing everyone was ready. The Head Chicken leisurely walked up to the counter. He already felt like he had conquered half of the world.
"My valiant people!," he said trying to summon the regal bearing of an emperor," The time has come for us to...SNATCH!
The chief was swept right off the counter with one swift movement.
"Here is a nice fat one Sir. How would you like him, full or boneless?", said the butcher. His knife gleaming silver.
"Full, my wife makes excellent roast," replied the fat customer. His mouth watering at the mere thought of crispy roasted chicken.
"CLUCK KA CLUCK", a high pitched scream was the last voice that emanated from the Chief"s throat. The valiant army had dispersed rapidly and hidden at any possible place.
May his soul rest in cheese Oh I mean peace.