The Chicken Farmer and the Mad Vegan







I wouldn’t break while there was still blood in my cheeks and he, outside the cage, with the pallor of dried lentils but…
“Now you get to appreciate the overcrowded conditions in one of your stinking cages,” he menaced.
‘Overcrowded?’ What could he mean?
Suddenly, he produced my wife and three sobbing children from outside the room, violently prodding them toward the cage.
“Not my children,” I pleaded; “they’re innocent of whatever you hold me responsible for.”
“The hens are innocent; you kill them after six weeks.” His cackle seared like lightning.
“Muse on that. You have six weeks.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

18 thoughts on “The Chicken Farmer and the Mad Vegan

  1. Yikes! This really gave me the creeps. All those people in one cage (and I’m, of course, thinking it’s the size of the one in the picture.) I like the way you described the fellow as being the color of lentils. Perfect!


  2. The vegan thing is becoming extreme. Goes against the natural circle of life. But yes, better farming methods are required. That first line of the “pallor of dried lentils” cracked me up.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s