Drops of tears escaped from the flame feathered chicken's button eyes as it looked at a particular place beyond the walls.The blued eyed fox and his other companions were also shedding tears; though theirs comes with a different meaning.“That's the smell… I missed the flavour, and the soft texture of little flame. How I wish I can just snatch it from that bastard's hand.” Blue eyed whispered to the ape.“I heard someone is looking for me. is it you Mr Chicken?” Charlie said, while sprinkling oil on a large chicken wings on the grill.“Bastard!!!” Flame feathers cursed, then it flew towards the gate with a frightening speed, aiming for a certain someone who sat beside a grill, sprinkling spices on the chicken wings.“Wow! I don't know you're this eager to join me. I was about inviting you though.” Charlie said.Flame feathers didn't get past the walls as he was stopped by the military commanders.“Attack!” Flame feathers shouted, and the army of enraged beasts began to attack the wal

Charles eyed the flame-feathered chicken sprawled on the ground, its once-majestic orange plumage now singed and stripped, leaving it embarrassingly bare. A glint of pride flickered in his eyes as he stepped forward, arms crossed.“Look at that,” he said, turning to Old Man Kent with a smug grin. “Tell me I’m not a genius for catching this feathery bastard with my petrification skill. If I hadn’t, we’d be mourning lost meat right now instead of planning dinner. I practically saved this batch of premium poultry.”Old Man Kent crossed his arms, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his dusty hat. “You’re out here bragging about poultry preservation, when we still haven’t discussed the emotional trauma I endured being dragged into that ridiculous battle,” he said flatly. “That chicken looked into my soul, Charles. I propose a renegotiation of shares. Fifty-fifty.”He said it with mock gravity, but his eyes narrowed slightly, testing to see just how far Charles would bend.To his