Chapter 3 - page 3

Glenda was just about to view the contents of the box when the horrible man burst into the cold room with his sharp axe and started to scream at Glenda. ‘Get back here you stupid bird I need to sell you!’

‘Sell me?’, thought Glenda, ‘What a silly idea!’ Suddenly Mohammed bought down the axe so close to Glenda that she squawked and flapped with fright. As the axe landed on the open box, its contents fell all over the floor of the cold room….

Glenda looked, she shook her head and looked again, she blinked and rubbed her eyes with her wing, she let out the biggest screeching squawk she had ever done in her life, as right before her eyes, there were loads of dead chicken body’s all over the floor. They had no feathers, no head, no feet! Glenda looked at the evil man trying to pick up the dead bodies and put them back into the box. Glenda thought ‘You’re not getting away with this, I will report you to the Prime Minister!’

She flapped her wings so violently that she knocked Mohammed over; he bashed his head on a dead chicken and passed clean out. ‘Good,’ thought Glenda and slammed shut the cold room door, ‘That should cool him off!’

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