Hey guys, I’m sorry Eric or I haven’t written in so long. We’ve been pretty busy. Sorry again guys. Today I’m going to tell you guys a short story about a chicken who’s name was Scooter. Scooter was a fantastic being. Well he was more like a fantastic chicken. His feathers were made of gold of gold and fiber glass. His beak was composed of pure plastic and his feet were like regular chicken feet. Scooter the Chicken was a good chicken and although he was a tad too violent he protected innocent people such as Ronald Reagen, Nancy Reagen, most of the Reagen family, that one guy from Seinfeld, and various other slightly famous people. (Except Hilary Clinton) He fought flying Asians and big juicy teryaki monkey balls. One day Scooter the Chicken hid in a little boys mailbox to protect him from evil demons and Hilary Clinton. That night as Scooter was in the Mailbox doing his taxes a hobo came and snatched him. This hobo had acquired a jar of cricket magic the other day by fighting the knights of cricklandia. The hobo knew that Scooters only weakness was cricket magic. Scooter violently fought the hobo but countless years of fighting cricket knights had made the hobo strong and Scooter knew that his end had come. Scooters last request was that there would be a picture of him so that the boy would remember him. The hobo honored his wish and took the picture and with his last breath Scooter the Chicken died. Scooter did not die in vain and did not want anybody to be sad because of his death. Scooter will remain in my heart forever I hope he will remain in yours too.
This is Alex Barbarian hoping you have a good day.
