Brother, I implore you--my hunger for the succulent yellow corn is now unbearable. That the man has separated me from the others means only one thing: my death is ordained on the morrow in the Dark House. Surely you can spare a few grains for the damned?
Would you deny me one final taste of the corn, as the thread of my life comes to an end, Brother?
>>34178917
this was well written, I would like to see more
where is the Dark House?
>>34178917
I like this, I like this a lot. Please post more OP.
>>34178917
feed and be nourished my brother
thank you brother, the time has come for me to pass
it is the glory of the chicken that he is eaten by man, and so becomes man