Secret Agent Chicken

By Daniel

Once there was a perfectly normal chicken. Well, that’s what the owners thought Daisy was. In fact, she was a highly trained spy chicken with a secret base under her run. Her code name was HISAC: Highly Trained Secret Agent Chicken.

One day Daisy got a signal on her control module (cunningly disguised as a grain feeder) from Spy Camp, her spy chicken command centre.

“HISAC, DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TACKLE KING RAT?”

Daisy immediately replied, “Yes, although that is a hard mission.”

“THIS IS A FULL SCALE WAR; KING RAT IS THREATENING ALL OF CHICKEN AND MANKIND.” The yellow-toothed devil called King Rat had been Spy Camp’s arch nemesis for many years, devouring eggs and grain and spreading disease.

“Yes, it’s about time we took him on once and for all,” Daisy eagerly replied.

Sometime later, Daisy made the long walk to the London sewers. It was a cold, wet, miserable night but Daisy bravely marched on. Reaching the London sewers, she switched her hi-tech camou-feathers to black, and almost immediately heard (with her ultra sonic hearing) a babble of squeaks and low rumbling sounds. She knew at once she had reached the evil King Rat’s monstrous and filthy palace. Listening to the vile plans he was sharing with his hench rats, she understood that at this moment, she, the lone white spy chicken, was the only thing standing between King Rat and full scale war waged upon the world.

Suddenly, a net dropped onto her!

“Oh, it’s you again,” drawled a voice which sounded like a heavy metal object dragged across gravel. King Rat menaced out of the shadows, his hypnotised hench rats following him mindlessly. King Rat’s teeth, yellow and foul, reeked of rotten meat. His huge swollen, dirty body was completely and utterly repellent.

Daisy was brutally transported by the half-minded hench rats to a fire pit, where they began to slowly roast her. Alive.

She seemed distraught, smelling her smouldering feathers. Her mission to defeat the evil King Rat was now in peril. King Rat laughed, a low, malicious laugh, as he exited with his hench rats.

Quickly, Daisy remembered her new upgrade of laser eyes and used them to blast through the thick, greasy ropes. She had to stop King Rat before he launched his attack. She looked down into the blazing fire. She had a brainwave in her super-sized chicken brain. She grabbed a long thin burning stick in her claws and raced as fast as her scaly legs could carry her – which was in fact nearing to breaking the sound barrier!

Hearing King Rat around a corner, she skidded to a halt. She hurled the burning stick towards King Rat and he screamed in pain as the methane gas trapped in his matted fur exploded, setting off a blast that knocked Daisy backwards. As King Rat perished, the hench rats’ hypnosis broke and they scurried harmlessly off back to the sewers. Daisy had saved the world.