Rustle Rustle scratch bra cawk. Joe woke to the sound of the wild chickens that live in the few hectares of bush out in the back of his farm. After he got dressed and had a feed he went outside, he let out his dog Max from his kennel. Max is a golden retriever with sleek blonde hair.
Joe grabbed his quad bike and drove over to the cattle. He walked over to the small forest after trying to move the cattle to a different paddock for half an hour. Joe started collecting firewood from the forest until he saw a large, fat, red chicken.
At first he thought it was just like the other chickens in the forest until it tried to stand up but failed because it only had one leg and a gruesome lump where the other should be. He took it back to his house and put it in a banana box with some water and chicken pellets. Joe had to keep the chicken inside or else Max will have feathers in his mouth.
Cocadoodle do. Joe woke up at five thirty because of the chicken. He ended up naming the chicken Pirate because of his one leg. Joe came home after a big day of farming with Max. He went inside to find that Pirate had disappeared, he was looking all around to find Pirate. Eventually he found him snuggled up in Max's kennel.
In a few days Joe had built a small wooden leg for Pirate. “Now he looks like a real chicken pirate” , said Joe. In a couple of years Joe had made several different legs for Pirate but the best one was metal and it had a hinge so he could bend down.
Pirate lived to the ripe old age of twenty one and that's pretty old for a chicken. When he finally died Joe put him in the banana box where he had his first moment in the house. Joe then let him rest where he first found him in the forest.
Author Taine Middleton
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