magic_rooster@dateme.net to prettyhotchick@yahoo.com:
Hi, found your email online. Want to meet up at the Barnyard Cafe? I already made a reservation for two! This is probably the only night the farmer will be gone.
prettyhotchick@yahoo.com to magic_rooster@dateme.net:
Sure! Which seat did you reserve? I prefer fresh air better... I’m a bit sick...... So I might wear a mask to make sure no germs get to you. And possible a whole body suit. Is that too much? Also, I don’t get along too well with animals of other races.....
magic_rooster@dateme.net to prettyhotchick@yahoo.com:
Oh, not at all. Looking forward to seeing you there!
P.S. I personally asked for the most expensive and private seating possible.
prettyhotchick@yahoo.com to magic_rooster@dateme.net:
That’s great! Yummm... can’t wait for a nice.... yummy.... meal.......hehe... Ooh, did I say I love plump roosters? Are you a plump man?
magic_rooster@dateme.net to prettyhotchick@yahoo.com:
Uhh... okay? see you there....... Remember, it’s at 7:30 PM... and I confess, I am a bit on the chubbier side..which is why I have to use online dating. Glad that somebody finally can like me for who I am. :)
[end of email conversation and start of breaking news report.]
(crackling noises as television turns on) Boama Obrak here on the Nightly Barnyard. WE have breaking live coverage streaming from The Barnyard Cafe, a prestigious restaurant on Mandymoore Shore. Last night, feathers of a rooster, DNA tested and identified as the feathers of Mommey Ritt ,were discovered by store waitress Whitty Hootstoun. Whitty Hootstoun stated that Mommey Ritt entered the restaurant with a rather tall looking chicken, covered in clunky armor. Mommey Ritt had called in a reservation for private seating, so, when the “couple” walked in, they immediately walked in to their seating. After around 45 minutes, Hootstoun heard a “love quarrel” coming in from the room. Too embarrassed to check on the customers, she let this continue. After about five minutes, the chicken walked out of the private seating in fury, and left. At closing time, Whitty Hootstoun strutted into the private reservation room to let the customer know that the restaurant was closing. However, she was in shock at the sight of dozens of feathers scattered around the floor. “I was soo shocked, but I immediately knew what must have just happened,” Hootstound said. “I called the police immediately.”
This situation, like many other incidents that have happened every year close to Christmas time, are the work of the sneaky fowl predator..... BIG... BAD... ELF.... also known as BBE. Auburn hair streaming in the wind, the BBE is a member of Santa’s posse and eats naughty roosters.. Santa usually tells him who’s been bad or good. For now, we encourage all animals to stay put inside their barn-houses... and most importantly.. to be nice (:D)
[TV turns off, a wisp of auburn hair floats off in the wind, an evil “hohoho” is heard. Then the jingle of bells are heard and float off into the distance....]
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