Despite the egg pecking incident, Sam doesn’t realize just how upset the chickens are by the loss of their friends, Heather and Marietta.
Still, he knows something’s off, so he placates his feathered “friends” with dried mealworms.
They stop their sabotage
One early morning, Sam gathers the eggs. Carrying the full basket out of the coop, he slips and falls on a pile of strategically placed chicken manure.
Out cold, he awakens with a large hen standing on his chest–staring vengefully into his dazed eyes.
Sam moves his family back to the city and never eats chicken again.
Game Over.
Flash Fiction by David 
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