From the moment I woke up, it was.

Yes, that's what you think, two legs, running on the ground, hairy, eating people, broilers.

But I know I'm not just a chicken. My previous life was obviously a person who could write, speak and think. But I don't remember anything, even my last name, where I live and what I have done.

I don't even remember whether I became a chicken after I died.

I looked blankly at a group of chickens of the same size around me. They are eating corn, and I am watching them.

Ten thousand words "How did I become like this!" Come to mind.

So I opened my mouth and shouted—

"giggle!"

I was startled!

Chicken-my peers are not surprised, some even giggle a few times, and then continue to lower their heads to eat corn.

I panicked. I craned my neck to see something else in a pile of chicken heads. I staggered the chicken out with my paws. I know, I can't stay like this, I'm human! I must find a human and tell her-I'm not a chicken! I am human!

So I quickly looked around, as if it were a farmhouse front yard. It is said to be the front yard, but my front door is dilapidated. Even if a bamboo is locked horizontally on the old knocker, the gap in the door is even as big as a fist, just enough to prevent an animal like me from entering.

When I look back, it's an endless pond!

Forgive me for being too small, only about two meters high. In normal times, I will know that this is a river pond hundreds of meters wide and hundreds of meters long at most. Now, I think it is a sea!

The sea is too wide. I am not a bird. I am a chicken. I can't fly. ...

I looked to the left again. I tried to control the chicken's neck to lift and saw the height of the fence-it was really high.

I don't give up, I run left and right!

I flew a lot of delicious chickens all the way, but I don't care!

I finally ran to the finish line.

Still a fence-still so high.

Am I going to be locked up in such an empty yard all my life? !

two

I am not reconciled.

I anxiously ran back to the chicken pile and asked them, "Are there any other chickens that are not chickens?" ! "

"giggle! Giggle-!"

Empty Shan Ye echoed with my cry and looked lonely.

It seems that this is not the correct way for chickens to communicate.

I was about to change my voice and call out new tricks when I heard footsteps in the distance and even some chickens gathered at the gate of the bamboo fence.

I hid vigilantly.

Just at the corner of the hillside outside the fence, a human came out, a middle-aged woman who looked very kind!

I am overjoyed!

Squeezing through the chicken in front of me, I rushed to the gate and waited to open the door! And squeeze it out!

That woman opened the lock!

The woman pushed the door and came in!

The woman stepped forward with one leg!

Me! Go!

The woman closed the door.

I looked up at the woman in amazement. It turns out that she is more wary of chickens than thieves. How else can I explain the distance between the doors where chickens can't pass?

But it doesn't matter. I'm human, too. As long as I show unusual characteristics, she will definitely recognize my uniqueness!

I started screaming and stabbing her.

However, I didn't expect women with food to be so popular. Chickens that are tougher than me are everywhere, one by one pushing me aside, and my crowing is mixed with a group of excited chickens, which is even more common!

I acted like a chicken!

The woman walked away.

Look at me!

"giggle!" I cried.

The woman walked all the way, and I stuck it all the way, running between her huge legs and flapping my wings to help out.

"Oh, go away." When that woman couldn't walk well, I tripped and scolded me.

I am human! I am not a chicken! See if I'm different from them!

I am screaming!

This is my hard-won opportunity! I can't give up explaining!

"Get out!" The woman shouted, kicked me away, and even stamped her foot on the ground to warn me not to approach.

I was kicked out two meters away and stabilized myself in the air with my wings.

I watched the woman leave, and my heart gradually cooled down.

three

I gradually realized that when I barked with the chicken's mouth and swooped with the chicken's body, everything I did could be explained by the chicken's behavior.

Humans will not find that I am not a chicken, nor will they find that I am a human being.

I need to do something that others can do to prove myself.

I began to try to draw Chinese characters on the ground with my feet, that is, claws.

I still remember how to write Chinese characters. I must have been a cultured person in my last life.

I rowed and rowed twice until the third time. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a human, I also saw chickens paddling with their paws. Are those chickens actually people like me, saving themselves?

I can't think much, because something more important happened in front of me-dirt roads are not easy to row at all. As soon as the passing chickens step on it, the pit I just scratched will be squashed again.

I think I need to draw words in soft soil!

I ran to the side of the downhill slope, and in the middle of the downhill slope was the "sea". When the wind blows over the "sea surface", it will bring the water to the hillside highlands, where the mud is soft and suitable for writing.

I don't want to say that I experienced a round of hunger at this time, and I cut some corn kernels with my mouth. In front of the muddy dirt in this chicken's eyes, it has long been tolerable.

I crossed out the words "I am a man, I am not a chicken" one by one.

Satisfactory step on the chicken feet, I think, as long as human women come over, we will certainly find these words! When she is in a daze, this chicken will give her the ability to write with chicken feet!

I was just about to be happy when I heard the sound of chickens flying and dogs barking!

Accompanied by a few more recent "Wang!" I saw a yellow and black hen flying over my head! Like a parabola, it hit the "sea" accurately!

Chickens can't swim! Seeing that the chicken is getting weaker and weaker in the water, I am anxious!

As soon as the chicken paws kicked, I hurried up the hill to see what was going on.

I saw that the originally calm chicken farm was dusty, and the squeal of the chickens was endless, and every chicken was running around desperately!

Behind the chicken escape, there are two big dogs that are chicken high!

Suddenly felt the legendary murderous look! Two dogs made a "whirring" sound in their throats, and they really did, jumping on the nearest chicken and taking a bite! Full of blood!

I was surrounded by dozens of chickens jumping up and down, and even flew to the pond. I stood in the middle of a group of chickens running for their lives, which was particularly conspicuous.

The dog that bit the chicken didn't eat the bite in his mouth, but spit on the ground and caught a new chicken excitedly!

I didn't catch it. The chicken ran to me and the dog saw me.

It came at me fiercely!

I was trembling with fear, instinctively kicking my legs and flapping my wings. The hen house built by that woman is in the direction of the dog, so I can only run to the fence in the opposite direction!

I was scared and said to myself, I'm dead. I'm alone. I haven't proved my identity yet. I thought there was enough time before I caught the table, but I didn't expect to die so soon! Or killed by a dog!

The wings were flapping quickly, and my thoughts were confused. I felt that my brain was going to be empty and my feet didn't stop, but suddenly I felt that my feet were empty.

I opened my frightened eyes, but suddenly I found that my vision was higher and the fence was gone. The next second, my eyesight became low again and I fell to the ground with a bang. In front of me is a land full of moss.

I cried with joy and giggled!

What am I, flying out? !

I tried so hard that I didn't jump over the fence, but I hurried over it? !

I twisted my neck and looked to the left rear. I just think there is a row of fences in the yard. That was a lifetime ago, and it has nothing to do with me. I turned around happily and tried to escape.

Corner suddenly aimed at a shadow!

four

That shadow came very quickly! It just fell from the sky and enveloped me. In an instant, a sharp pain hit the right neck!

I struggled to the left with severe pain, only to feel the pain spread from my neck to my right rib! Two sharp fangs stuck in my flesh!

It turns out that there are two dogs in the yard and one outside!

When I flew out, I simply flew into its mouth!

But I don't care about that. I had to run as far as I could. I pushed the ground out of the pit. I feel that a large piece of chicken skin attached to chicken feathers on my right neck has been bitten off. I was light, and finally escaped from the dog's mouth!

I ran deep into the grass and never looked back. The dog saw me run away and stopped chasing me. Maybe there were more chickens in the yard, so he circled into a hole that he didn't know when to dig out and got into the yard.

Far away, I saw three dogs in the yard, as if they had entered the paradise of the dog world, chasing and biting at will. The chickens in the yard are either hiding in the henhouse, flying to the pond in despair, or being chased and bitten off their feathers, revealing a miserable hairless skin. Some people even ran for their lives despite the pain, and one even bit off the tip of their ass. ...

I trembled with anger when I watched it!

These wild dogs on the mountain are so scary and bloody! I became a chicken. I can't drive them away with bricks, nor can I run for my life to protect myself. I can only watch the tragedy happen.

The pain made me unable to move in the grass and made me dizzy. A small pile of my head makes my heart and lungs twitch.

I tried to get close to each other, and I don't know how long it took. The dogs dragged their trophies to the old nest, leaving too many dead chickens in the yard.

I'm still awake. I can't save myself. Maybe I'm expecting, expecting my own kind, the human who wants to eat chicken, to see me and come and save me. ...

five

The sun moved from early morning to noon, and it was time for women to breastfeed.

As expected, I heard an exclamation. But it was a young woman's voice: "Mom-!"

That woman screamed many times. Then, the voice of the familiar woman appeared.

They panicked and asked themselves, "What's going on?" ! What is this bite! "

Yes, it's a wild dog.

"Count quickly, how many are left!"

"I estimate that there is only half left!" This woman's voice is full of despair.

The original bite was only half left, and my heart was bleeding. Next, it must be the sound of them crying. I can't bear to listen.

Endure for a long time, still didn't hear crying.

The conversation in the distance faded away. At first they seemed to panic for a while, but now they are calm again, even their voices are very low.

I vaguely heard them calmly say, kill the dog, how to eat it, you can't eat it if you kill it, and so on. They also said, find other bodies, because dogs can't drag so many chickens.

The conversation is loud again. They're coming for me!

But I can't flap my wings and stick to women's thighs like before.

Look at me!

I can't giggle and let people notice me.

I may have bitten my throat, too.

Please look at me, I am a chicken now, a bitten chicken. ...

six

Footsteps passed me by.

Perhaps this is my destiny, to be a chicken, bitten by a dog, and to linger on, either the wound is inflamed and festered and dies, or the wild dog finds it and bites it to death.

My consciousness is dizzy, but I am stubborn and refuse to fall down.

Until, there are new footsteps approaching.

A girl with black hair came up to me. She seemed to see my wound, sighed and held me carefully.

Is this the new rescuer?

You will keep me as a pet, will you treat me well?

This ridiculous idea hovers in the head of one of my broilers.

My eyes are still on the road under my feet, but I think the road is getting more and more familiar.

I don't have much memory of this world, let alone previous lives, only chicken farms and their surroundings in this world.

Sure enough, the girl in black took me back to the chicken farm.

"Mom, here is a chicken."

I actually heard the feeling of love from this girl's mouth. This must be an illusion.

"Are you? Where did you find it? Why didn't I see it? "

"It's on the other side of the pond."

Only after listening to their conversation did I know that it was the woman's daughter holding me.

The woman with her back to me and the girl is bending over and pulling something on the ground, her arms moving.

The girl hugged me and approached, and I saw clearly that the woman's hand was actually a chicken feather!

And the ground at women's feet is full of dead chickens!

One, two, three, four, five ... eleven

There are twelve bodies!

My whole chicken is shaking.

The girl holding me put me on a pile of hay.

I was in unbearable pain and didn't move.

But at this time, there was a scream in the direction of my injured right neck!

"mom! This chicken's neck is going to break! "

I was startled!

Who is she talking about? Me?

I looked at the sound source with my right eye. That is a girl slightly younger than the woman who just wore black clothes. She is still dressed in black, pointing at me, and can't bear to look straight!

My neck? Will it break? Why don't I know? !

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yes, don't talk nonsense!

"It's true! All the organs in its body have come out! Do not believe you come and see! "

"Oh," came a male voice, which seemed to be the husband of the woman in black. "I can't do that. I have to hurry back. " Maybe I've never seen such a terrible situation, but I'm spitting.

"ouch! Stop it, stop it! " The woman who pulled out her hair looked miserable and quickly stopped the girl from going on.

I got goose bumps after listening to it.

A feeling of injustice and pain came to my mind irrepressibly.

When I was bitten, I didn't feel this way when I saw other chickens being bitten. Now, I feel wronged and want to cry.

It turns out that I was bitten and even my organs fell out.

But I don't want to die. I am alone. I am a chicken. I have to die to prove my identity. I can't die! I am not reconciled!

"Mom, do you think it's tight to kill this chicken? Too painful! "

The girl pointed at me with her eyes closed and tears in her eyes, but she couldn't bear to look at me again.

She thinks it's good for me, but I don't want to die!

I have been crying in my heart until my heart twitches and I feel breathless.

I didn't expect to be bitten by a dog, saved by someone, and finally die of this girl's "kindness" massacre!

I was in a trance with anger, my feet were unstable, and I fell flat on the loess. The bitten wound was exposed to everyone except the girl. Everyone couldn't bear it, and made a "yi-"scalp tingling sound.

I quickly adjusted my posture, narrowed my neck and covered the wound with hair above my neck.

Don't look, don't look.

My organs didn't fall out, I can still live, and I don't want to die. ...

I try to keep my eyes open so that I won't stand still.

The woman who brought me here is here again. She explained to others, "Go to a better place, it's windy here."

After that, he took me to the house, found a corner and left me alone with a chicken.

seven

I listened to the sound outside and felt the cold of the sunset.

The woman has killed 12 chickens and cleaned them.

I should be next.

But she didn't move further. When the house became quiet, the woman closed the door and tied a bamboo thread on the door rope as a door lock.

She motioned her daughters to go home.

"Mom, what about the chicken with the neck bitten? It's killing me ... "

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

eight

I became a chicken.

Once I wanted to prove that I was not a chicken, but a human being. Now, I just want to live.

This is my third day as a chicken.

The good news is-I'm not dead.

The bad news is-I don't know when I will die.