We Were-chicken Soldiers Part I (This was once a question I had posed to me and while I was trying to figure out what it meant, I thought of an idea for a fiction story. I have started to write it out. It will come out in installments as short stories. It’s all in fun — nothing more than that) Dall-E-3 “Why am I not getting answers from the VCs and getting rejected by the incubators?” shouted Captain Chicklets. The radio let out a loud squelching sound and Private Birdwire adjusted the antenna. “Sir, let me try another frequency. The Vivacious Cockatoos (VC) must have found our frequency and started jamming it.” replied Private Birdwire . He quickly flipped a switch and turned the small knobs to alter the radio’s reception frequency. “Okay sir, you’re good to go.” Captain Chicklets nodded to the private and looked towards the East where he could see there was a big storm developing. He figured it would take another two or three hours before it would hit. “Delta Bravo, w...
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