Here's Sam's response:
Dear Journal,
Frankie
the Chicken ran out of the pig pen with the pigs chasing after him.
The machine was almost done. All they needed was mud mixed with pig
manure that Frankie was running for dear life with, with the pigs
chasing after him.
Hurry,
Frankie!” Bobby yelled. “That's the last ingredients we need to
finish the machine. And we don't need a chicken that's pig food.”
“I'm
a chicken! How do you expect me to run faster than pigs? We were
designed to be bad runners, you know. Why don't you
try running faster than slobbery pigs?”
“I
got the spit,” Bobby huffed.
“Out
of your own mouth,” Frankie sneered.
“Hurry!
Hurry! Hurry! Try and fly over the fence of the chicken coop so the
pigs can't catch you,” Bobby urged.
“Chickens
can't fly, you know.”
“They
can for about three seconds.”
“Yeah.
And that's going to get me over the fence?”
“Look!
A human's coming. Maybe he'll scare the pigs away.”
“Maybe.
And maybe he'll just eat us for supper.”
“Remember,
that's the last ingredients we need. We'll be eating him
for supper.”
“What
if it doesn't work?”
“The
owl said it would. Owls are the smartest creatures in the whole
world.”
“Oh.
The human's just driving his car to work. Okay. I'm going to try
flying. One... two... three... four...”
Just
then, Frankie flew over the fence and fell into the chicken coop.
“Yrgradhgrrahhyyrrstch.”
“Pig
talk,” Frankie said.
“Didja
get it? Didja get it? Didja get it?” Peater asked.
“Yes.
I got it.”
“Okay.
Then let's fire up the machine.”
“Who'd
like to push the button?”
“Duckie,
would you like to?”
“Yup!
Yup! Yup!”
“Now
all the chickens in the barnyard will become gigantic!”
“Yay!”
all the chickens yelled.
“Three...
Two... One... Pushing!” Duckie said.
“I'm
a vegetarian,” Jakey said.
“You
don't have to eat them. We just want to for the fun of it. You can
just sit down and play around.”
All
of a sudden, before anyone could say another sentence, they all grew
as big as a barn.
“Yay!
Eeeee! Yeah! Yeah! Yay!” all the chickens yelled.
“Wyagyack,”
Wakey the Pig said.
All
the pigs ran out of the pig pen with a whole bunch of giant chickens
chasing them.
“I'm
gonna eat you with a side of bacon,” Duckie said.
“They
are bacon,” Frankie corrected.
“Well,
then I'm gonna eat you with a side of lettuce.”
“I'm
tired,” Sleepy yawned.
“Well,
we have some humans to eat and a world to take over. Let's see how
they like being eaten with basil and garlic.”
“I'm
gonna eat them with barbeque sauce,” Wookie said.
“The
chickens are coming! The chickens are coming!” the maid of the
house said.
“The
sky is falling,” Chicken Little said.
“You
mean the rain is falling from the sky.”
“No.
The sky is falling!”
They
looked up and saw a whole bunch of army helicopters trying to bomb
them.
“We
need to fly up and grab those helicopters. Can anyone fly?”
“I
can fly for four seconds,” Frankie said.
Well,
that will do.”
“What
does this button do,” Sleepy asked.
“No!
That will shrink us!”
Psshew.
They all started to shrink.
“What
does this button do?” Sleepy pointed to a red button that said DO
NOT PUSH.
“No!
That's self-destruct! DO NOT PUSH!”
Sleepy
pushed it.
“Now
we're going to be
eaten with basil and garlic. And it's all Sleepy's fault.”
“What
did I do?” Sleepy asked.
Love,
Sam
2001
