Chapter 4: The Great Escape, or so we thought
The morning sun bathes the pen in a warm, golden light, heralding the dawn of a new day. The air is filled with anticipation. My feathers bristle with excitement as I eye Tandoori, who, oblivious to our plans, and is pecking at some grains.
Crispy and Satay, having appointed themselves as the masterminds of the operation, have devised a plan for our escape. The blueprint involves me, the resident rooster charmer, distracting Tandoori while they dig a tunnel under the fence.
With a deep breath, I muster up all the courage a chicken can possibly have and sashay towards Tandoori. I puff up my chest, fluff my feathers, and start clucking in the most seductive tone I can manage. It's like a burlesque show but without sequins or the jazz music.
