Chicken boy!

Well, you chicken out, literally. You feel a poof, and suddenly your covered in feathers. You have a beak, and claws. Confused, you turn around a run away, escaping like a fox. But you don't turn into a fox.

Back at your house, after a four hour walk...chickens aren't fast...you contemplate your situation. You nip yourself with your beak one more time to make sure you aren't dreaming. Gosh, this isn't good...

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You pause to take (chicken) stock...
Wasted journey

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