Ever heard of talking chicken? Well, you most likely haven’t, because the idea of the existence of such a thing sounds very strange that sounds. The wonders of the world simply miss out on the most captivating happenings all around the world. This can be said with absolute confidence since there is a first-hand witness who confesses to have seen the talking chicken. Sometimes we would be tempted to doubt our five common senses; the witness did doubt his that day.
A doctor confirmed that the witness has a perfect visual acuity. It would be great believing him because such statements are intrinsically motivating considering the funny games the witness played and exposed his eyes to compromising states, not to mention street fights and stone throwing. So when this doctor guy looked straight in the eyes of the witness and said “son, you have perfect eyesight”, It was concluded that whatever he saw was not an illusion and somehow he was not hallucinating. The stalemate was; whether it was good news that his eyes and ears were perfect and if he saw a talking chicken or was it bad news that maybe he was probably hallucinating or worse? He may have witnessed a bad omen with all my senses well alert?
The bizarre, or should I say fascinating or strange encounter with a speaking chicken shook his bravery and made him question his sanity. Even now, part of him is not quite sure if what he saw that very first day was real or some kind of mind fantasies. The witness wishes it is the latter because then he would quickly attribute it to stress and overworking; his mother says he hated work, but he believes she was wrong. In his opinion, the work was normally too much.
The witness couldn’t tell anyone one about this. It was absolutely insane to even think someone would buy his stupid story, and he hated sounding stupid, so he told no one. For quite some time it bugged him. He often looks at that black with white spots chicken in a manner to dare it speak again. It never did. In fact, it looked at him in the most stupid way, making him feel exponentially stupid. He believed in miracles, because he was religious, but this was not a miracle. He thought maybe it was an error of parallax.
The guy lived with his elder brother, who happened to be a presidential escort soldier and most importantly, the owner of the crazy chicken. The soldier owned the chicken and a couple of others because everyone did, it is a community that loves poultry and he was not an exception. Both the witness and the soldier lived in a community where everyone had a prime role to respect the neighbour and being a brother’s keeper was a requirement rather than something voluntary. Unscrupulous practices were unheard of and social evils like prostitution and crime was vocabulary none of us fathomed. Therefore, one was in double trouble if they were a suspect in a display of uncouth behaviour or any crime.
The president was scheduled to make a speech on national TV and radio. That meant my brother was going to have a very busy schedule, and my schedule would be so free from buggers, him and my mother. So the witness left home to run some errands in town, and out of a combination of excitement and paranoia, he either did not secure the doors well or something as crazy as that talking chicken happened again.
When the witness came back home, he pushed the front door of the main house and it opened very easily. There were only two explanations; someone was already home or something very disturbing had happened. He checked the seat arrangement, and there was nothing noticeable, although, something was not just right. He knew he was intuitive, so his instincts were rarely wrong, but this time he wished he was wrong.
His brother was a ranking army officer and almost everything about him was classified. The witness never really bothered to know what classified means, all he knew was that it reminded me of taxonomy classes back in school. However, one thing he knew for sure was that any form of intrusion by any stranger spelled trouble for him.
The witness moved to the sitting room, there were something ghostly and some kind of frightening force, but a dismissive arrogance nature that my mother implanted on me rubbished that. He switched on the television to watch the president’s speech. A shocking screen with an equally shocking subtitle that hitherto eludes my explanation, hit my face; ‘the president narrowly escapes an attempt on his life’ and the footnote read ‘a bodyguard is arrested to that effect as the chief suspect’
The suspect was his brother. There was video evidence to back this up in his house. There was a video footage showing him trying to assemble a military grade sniper rifle and what looked explosives and hand grenades a few minutes before he joined the presidential crew. The witness was not sure who screwed up. He knew he did not lock the doors back in the house, but again the video evidence against his brother was overwhelming. He was not sure about so many things and frankly he was scared, a contradiction to his apparent nature. The witness was not sure about very many things, but one thing he was so sure about, was that they all were in trouble.
The charge was treason, which attracts a death sentence. His brother stood there helpless, heavy security and murmurs of contempt and disapproval filled the air. As a formality, there was a hearing in the high court to simply justify the killing of a man branded traitor. No one could help him and every fibre in the witness was angry, desperate or maybe just sad. Just when the witness’s brother’s pre-determined fate was to be formally read out, something quite spectacular may be peculiar, maybe not happened quite unexpectedly.
The chicken, the crazy one dashed in to the courtroom, and how it got in there, no one knows, even the witness, or maybe he did know how. He knew it could talk/ and that day when he came home and found an almost open door, it was there on the couch staring at him. He knew it wanted to say something and that something was a testimony to acquit my problematic brother.
Zoologists have rightly and clearly stated that animals, birds or insects have no ability of speech, this was true, but the witness wanted people to listen and thank God they did. The chicken explained how a number of people broke in to my brother’s house, implanted something on his computer and left. It also insisted it could recognise them. Funny and unrealistic as it sounds it is what happened. The hearing was at least put to a halt for some sort of investigation. This crazy chicken saved the witness’s brother from a treason sentence.
Pitch of the story
This is story that I intend to write is about poultry, chicken in particular. It captures the odds about poultry, the things we in no way expect chicken to do. It attempts to explain why chicken and poultry in general are not just meant to make soup and meals.
This story captures a special type of chicken with speech skills. These skills conveniently come in handy when there is a problem that no one seems to be able to have a solution. The story as it flows down the plot, explains how this presidential escort soldier finds himself in a form of trouble that he cannot himself out. He is set up by a group people who plant a video file on his computer and by some awful coincidence, there is an assassination attempt on the president, and all the evidence is directed towards him.
The chicken using its ability to speech, however strange this may sound to prove this soldiers innocence. This is a contradiction to all zoological studies that have since proven that birds do not have the ability of speech, which is a fact, but not after this special chicken. It saved a life in a situation where thinking of saving this soldiers life was something that was not legally possible.
I am therefore the best person to write this story since my ability to write and narrate is well tested and just as I have said in this pitch, I intend to give the story the weight it deserves.
