Here we continue a story. OK, I'll begin:
One day Ginger walked outside and found...
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...Rocky's severed head on a stake. "Oh my!" she thought. She stood there in shock for what seemed an eternity, her thoughts racing.

"I know the farmer didn't like him. Hell even I thought he was an arrogant S.O.B., at first, but I didn't think that bastard of a poultry farmer would kill him! Who else does he expect us to breed with? Certainly not that old sot, who keeps on blathering about the old days when he was in the RAF. Oh how could he do this to Rocky?"

When she finally regained her composure, she thought, "I'd better warn the other chickens." Just then, from the corner of her bulbous brown eye, she caught a glimpse of the blade of the farmer's axe, still gleaming crimson from chicken blood. She quickly reeled around and found herself standing wide-eyed and face to face with the wielder of the dripping murder weapon. Yet she saw that it wasn't the farmer at all, it was...

To be continued... or not...

bob the builder

LOL! That's great!

he lifted his axe and chopped off his leg.screaming with pain,he ran after ginger,falling now and then.when he was really close he raised his axe and......[color=lime][/color]

......he died. Amen. The end.