I think we can all agree the chickens were annoying.
I awoke in the early morning to the guttural cries of our cursed avian brethren. The screams rattled all ears that had the misfortune of consciousness. I tossed and turned trying to block out the infernal screeches but to no avail. I had no other option than to arise. The morning air was unyieldingly crisp causing a trail of shivers down my spine.
Breakfast was served, cereal the main course. Alas, I was hoping for eggs benedict. Perhaps the fates would smile on me and we would be blessed with an egg dish the following morning. Chicken fricassee, chicken cacciatore, chicken teriyaki or a lovely roast chicken accompanied my thoughts as I paddle-boarded the morning away.
After lunch, we had a conversation occasionally being interrupted by the incessant bedevilled cackling of our Gallus gallus domesticus neighbours. Card games followed and after another fowless dinner, we retired to our flimsy abode.
Falling asleep was arduous, the dinosaurs’ long-lost relatives keeping us awake. I turned to face my tent companion, reiterating my displeasure at the commotion. We left the following morning and I had chicken for dinner.
Amazing 👏🏻🍗
Love the ending
Thank you, thank you 👏
Truly a story for the ages! One word: Exquisite. 🐓🍗
I realize I didn’t really offer any advice in my last comment, so I’m making another so that it’s more specific.
I enjoyed the way that you tied in chickens throughout the description of your day. Instead of just mentioning your rude awakening at the beginning, you threaded it through (“Chicken fricassee, chicken cacciatore, chicken teriyaki or a lovely roast chicken accompanied my thoughts…”) and then tied off the story with a reference to it again. Good job! It was very descriptive.