Huckleberry Finn :

Now yall, if you would sit for a spell, and i'll tell you what happened to that chicken:

It all started on a nice and purty day. We dun thought we would have some fun, and alon' the way, we see an old chap, all dressed smartly in white, with a ragin' mad look in his eyes. He was holdin' an axe, and my little friend up and run like crazy!!!

Now there was this here road, that ended up on the end of his land, and we rushed over to it, only to meet another old man, dressed like me, and holdin' a pen.

And I sayz to this man, "Mark Twain?!!?!?"

"Yes, sur, how may I be of azisstunce?"

"Over yonder is a madman and a butcher after us!!!" I said.

Ok, so this chap waves his here pen in the wind, and suddenly an army of turkeys ups and appears!!!


They all shout "For the Kunfederucy of Fallen Chickens!!!"

So these here birds start a peckin' this fella hard, and he eventually up and runs away.

Now all uv the other chickens in the mysterious white shack in the distance come a runnin' towards us, and we all a turn into rebs, and high-tail it over to the high-road.


But then we stopped, because out a loomin' in the distance from us, was the road!!! So we up and decided that for histry's sake we should cross that dang thing!!!


The trip took hours, because there was strange wall we had run into before we could a cross it. There was a lot o noise up yonder, and when we finally mounted our wall, there were metal boxes being driven by people back and forth this high stone path.


On the other side of the road, sat Mark Twain, UGIN with his magicul pen!!! He waved it une more time, and sudd'nly everything vanished.




In frunt of us, was only a right tiny dirt path, that led through a thicket. Now, there wuz the task of crossing it!!! My chickun frind up and took the first step. Suddenly, it all shrank, and he crossed it!!! We all cheer'd him, and ran after the fella.


It took a full five hours for the lot of us to cross it, there were that many of us!!!

Suddenly, my home appeared in frunt of me, along with a giant hen coop, and my new mum Ms. Wilson, and my frind Dennis came out, and helped us put the hins in their places.



Well folks, that's all, and I'm a gettin' called for lunch!!! See ya!!!



({(This detailed account of the story could not have happened without imnothere, without whom he would not have sit down to spin the whole darn yarn...)})