The Dawn of Christmas

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(Edited)

Somewhere in Africa, Nigeria to be precise. It was the dawn of Christmas and every family went about their business with a huge smile on their faces, every family except for one. Mr and Mrs Cock decided to stay indoor with their kids today. They had vowed never to step a foot outside no matter how enticing the noise they hear from outside may be, it was dangerous for them. From their little window in their huge mansion, they watched as everyone shook hands and greeted each other.

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"Look at them pretending to be good people, if only they know the evil in their hearts" Mrs Cock said with disgust as she watched them. There was two things Mrs Cock hated the most with everything in her, Christmas and the person who invented Christmas. If she had her way, there would be no Christmas.

"Honey, please step away from the window" Mr Cock whispered to his wife "You don't want to get spotted by the neighbors" he continued. The plan for the day was simple, lay low until the end of Christmas then they could all carry on with their day to day activity.

"I think there's someone coming" Mrs Cock whispered to her husband, her voice laced with fear. Her children all remained quiet, obviously scared too. "Are you sure they're are coming this way?" Mr Cock asked, his voice also mixed with fear. He had feared something like this would happen, why couldn't they just leave him and his family alone. He had a plan though, he would rather die than watch his kids or wife get taken away from him, and he meant it. "Stay back and take care of the kids" He said to his wife as he immediately dashed out the door.

The man got startled and almost ran away for a minute. "How did he know he was coming?" he thought to himself as he watched the chicken run out of its cage. He had hoped this year's Christmas chicken was going to be an easy kill but he guess he has to chase after it first before he could enjoy a bowl of rice and chicken. So with a knife in one hand, he ran after the chicken.

Mrs Cock watched from her cage as her husband ran for his life. She tried to hold back the tears but couldn't and just allowed it flow down her cheek. She knew she was going to be next next years Christmas. She looked at her little chicks, she had a lot to teach them and also tell them about their father before her time comes and she was going to do just that she was going to teach her kids to be strong and brave like their father, so when they do start a family of their own, they would be able to save it just like their father just did.

And hopefully one day, they would learn to stand up for themselves and fight against the humans for always killing, they would revenge their father.



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😂.
I feel like I was supposed to feel sorry for the poor fowls at a point in your story.
But I'm not sorry because they taste so good. 🙂
Mrs Cock should take heart, she'll join her husband soon.

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After much consideration, I've come to the conclusion that you don't have a heart Stella, I'm sure Mrs Cock feels the same way 😂.

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