Chihuahua Dragon Exp#1
A DRAGON THE SIZE OF A CHIHUAHUA IN A CHICKEN COOP
"Ok, every chicken gather 'round."
The chickens paused for one heartbeat, searched for the owner of the voice, and, upon finding him, turned away and resumed their tasks. Several clucked, amused.
"No, I mean it, chickens. I have something really important to say."
Not one pause. Not one glance
Anger began to build and with it Mincees accompanying headache. He should be accustomed to this, after all, his size was unusual for a dragon, and thus being ignored and underestimated were common occurrences. He got it: it was like being a T-Rex with no teeth, claws, or roar; not intimidating and subsequently disrespected and ignored.
Mincees knew he need to curtail his anger. He did not want to hurt any of them. More than that, he didn't want to destroy the chicken coop because then where would he hide from the others?
But these insignificant, tasty little morsels were pissing him off. "Look at them," he thought. "Strutting around, pecking the feces covered ground with their useless, tasteless beaks, searching for scraps amongst their own shit. And they dare ignore me? I could pick ten of them off before the others even lifted (and that's as far as I got)
"Ok, every chicken gather 'round."
The chickens paused for one heartbeat, searched for the owner of the voice, and, upon finding him, turned away and resumed their tasks. Several clucked, amused.
"No, I mean it, chickens. I have something really important to say."
Not one pause. Not one glance
Anger began to build and with it Mincees accompanying headache. He should be accustomed to this, after all, his size was unusual for a dragon, and thus being ignored and underestimated were common occurrences. He got it: it was like being a T-Rex with no teeth, claws, or roar; not intimidating and subsequently disrespected and ignored.
Mincees knew he need to curtail his anger. He did not want to hurt any of them. More than that, he didn't want to destroy the chicken coop because then where would he hide from the others?
But these insignificant, tasty little morsels were pissing him off. "Look at them," he thought. "Strutting around, pecking the feces covered ground with their useless, tasteless beaks, searching for scraps amongst their own shit. And they dare ignore me? I could pick ten of them off before the others even lifted (and that's as far as I got)
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