Wilky Hops and Misses the Chicken
 

Wilky Hops and Misses the Chicken


Wilky loved to hop. Wilky loved to hop so much that one day, while hopping, a large chicken entered the room in which Wilky was hopping, and Wilky didn’t even notice. Strange? Well, yes. Very strange. You see, Wilky, in addition to loving hopping, loved chickens. Wilky loved chicken a lot. Especially the way they sounded in the morning, and how they tasted with tarragon.

So, Wilky was hopping and he was loving it. In walks this big chicken. How big? Unusually large. Huge, even. Why didn’t Wilky notice this gargantuan bird?

And since we’re asking so many questions, just why didn’t Wilky have any pants on?

For that matter, why was Wilky even here? This was not his house, and it wasn’t even Tuesday, so the V.F.W. cannot be held responsible.

And who’s chicken was that? How does one not notice the absence of poultry so large?

What would Fred say about something like this? Probably something like, “Holy fudge knuckles Wilky, look at that friggin’ chicken! Godammit, get your damn pants on and quit fucking hopping. Shit the bed, Wilky!”

Fred has a dirt mouth.

Imagination is the key to locked doors.

Rubber rooms included.

That was very creative, and quite good.
You should join the writters challenge.

I liked it. It worked on so many meaningful levels

I'm sorry, i think i must have missed something. I will just have to face facts that my intelligence doesn't reach to such hights. Confused, please explain how that "worked on so many meaningful levels."

I was being ironic. I don't get it either. But I do like it