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Whose Been Feeding The Chickens?


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Within the Father Grove, outside of Cullas’ house, were chickens. Anyone who walked by would likely know the chickens. One look at them showed they were well fed and well taken care of. Plump and round creatures, doing whatever it is that chickens do with their time. Probably only hanging on by a thread before having a heart attack.

 

However, if anyone happened to be nearby in the recent months and glanced at the chickens, they might notice that the chickens were even more rotund than before. The way they'd expanded was the only evidence that they'd been fed extra. So, just who has been feeding the chickens? Would the mystery ever be solved?
 

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"Why are my chickens so fat?"

Cullas wonders

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Miven Caerme'onn always wondered what mysterious force created such a plump flock. Nevertheless, the Bear always thought they'd be tasty...

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It had been months. At each night-fall Laedrad returned home, the flock of chickens had become more overweight. The Tresery started to keep track of these odd antics, at some point — detailing the events in an old journal, stored at his bedside. Was it a crime of passion? Was it a generous hand too heavy? He might never find out... 

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Sevrel stroked his beard in thought as he looked at the fat chickens.

 

"Who has been feeding these chickens I wonder?" he asked himself before wandering off. 

 

The image of the fat chickens would be imprinted on his memory. So plump, so round. Almost voluptuous in shape. He sat in his room, sipping some wine by the fire as his children played, and he quietly mumbled to himself.

 

"Who has been feeding them... who..." the elder 'ker lamented, as he gazed into the burning embers, the mystery toying with his head.

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Cursed fowl, they followed her every step. The ‘fenn narrowed her gaze, watching the rotund birds from a distance. Muttering softly, a fork turning round and round in her hand before she spun on her heel and marched off. The cursed chickens were back. They were spreading. Something must be done. 

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A heftily sized Huberta DaVeney pat her stomach as she gazed upon said chickens, a bead of drool trickling down her chin at the sight.

 

 “Yum...” 

 

The oversized minstrel uttered once, quite visibly thinking of ways to pair the avian flock with the cheese she’d been gorging herself with recently. 

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On her way to visit her sister in the Father Grove, Aedrie stumbled across a particularly hefty chicken. 

 

"Who's been feeding you, suika?" She wondered aloud, moving to gently scoop up the bird before continuing on her way.

 

"MIVEN!!" She declared happily after knocking thrice on the Bear's door. "I found a new friend!"

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Arla spent hours sat outside the home watching the chicken with seeds in her hand, outstretched towards the creatures. She didn’t seem to care much about the mystery - only that they looked tasty. 
 

after hours of being sat there, she finally caught one under the stars. Taking it back to The Tea Ladies Establishment be made into pie

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 Odd. Evar'lae has never seen such plump chickens. It truly was unordinary to this man. Their every-day antics were comical, now they're extra PLUMP. Adding in more comedic effect to Evar'lae. He must show Anthea and Tali'lora this phenomena! 

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The young elfess peered at the chickens from where she stood at her Evar'lae's side, Tali'lora speaking up to query, "Why are they fat? Do you think they could make a good pet?" Her second question was more curiousity than anything.

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Oryl had never seen such a despicable set of creatures. "These chickens need to train more" he thought to himself as he passed by the now obscenely obese and equally clueless, corpulent, posse of positively pungent flightless fowl. Unfortunately, the warrior had only a few cigars on him and no chicken-sized swords, otherwise he would have found himself with twice his current weight in apprentices to train. Had he not been late to a training session, he may have attempted to tie the birds together and curl them. 

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