Killer Chickens

In the land of the giant chickens, the pack smelt blood. Attracted to Cow's garish colouring, which helpfully delineated each of it's tenderest cuts, they executed a carefully constructed ambush. It worked to a tee & the rag-tag band of hungry over-sized fowls was soon clucking & squawking for steak.

Surrounded, Cow blinked nervously at the prodigious poultry. She was not known for her sharpness of wit, but she was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Particularly mesmerised by the myopic stare of cross-eyed Mary, Cow failed to notice the heinous hens' coup de grace. Old Tucky One-leg, the biggest cockeral of them all, dived out of the sun in a furious flurry of feathers to finish the job.

Poor Cow.

The last thing she heard was big Tuck's victorious cackle.

I'd like to be able to say there is a moral to this story but I'm not really sure what it should be. Please feel free to supply your own.