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 * Hello my name is Casey Comeau I like scary movies and death heavy screamo metal music yeah yeah yeah boy i also like going to hot topic in the mall. That is about me.**

** The Thousand Foot Chicken from Mars ** Once Fred was walking down the street and all of a sudden a giant rock fell from the sky. He stepped closer to the rock and he saw that it was not a rock at all. So he rolled it home to ask his parents what it was. They said that it was some giant egg. Fred wanted to know what kind of egg it was so he did some studies with his dad’s scientist friend. After many studies he concluded that it was a chicken egg. “Hi, I am Fred and this is the story on how I met the thousand foot chicken from Mars.” I did not know where to keep the egg because I have never had an egg so big before. I finally found where to put it. I got into the car and drove all the way across town to the dry cleaners and snuck the egg to the back of the building where all of the steam from the washers and dryers went. I set it back there so it would be warm and nobody would see it it. I visited it every day until it hatched. I was so happy when it hatched it could even speak English. Nobody believed me when I said that I had a five foot chicken from mars at my house. So at the county fair I put him up to show. But when he went up on the stage he freaked out and ran away down town. On the way he smashed buildings and killed anybody inside them. When I got home I found him huddled up behind the house. I did not know what was wrong with him so I asked him. “Hey, what happened up there on the stage? How come you ran away”? asked Fred “I have stage fright so when I go up on stage I get real scared and then I run away and wreck buildings. I can’t help it; it is just my nature.” said the chicken “That’s O.K. I also have stage fright.” “Really? That’s cool but I don’t think that I can go onstage anymore.” “O.K. then you don’t have to go on then.” The next day we went to the ice cream shop to get some ice cream. On the way the chicken stopped at every mirror and shiny thing in town. We got to the ice cream shop he tried to eat the ice cream on top of the building. Everyone was laughing at him and then I said “Hey don’t laugh at him. It is only his second week on earth, so he did not know if it was a real ice cream cone or not. So don’t blame him” Everybody got quite and the chicken thanked me. Then we found out that the chicken could not fit through the door of the building. So I had to go inside without him. I asked him what kind of ice cream that he wanted. He said that he wanted mint chocolate chip. That is my favorite flavor too. I wondered what his favorite park game to play was and he said that it was the swings; that was my favorite too! We had so much in common. We did every thing that day. When we went to see the movies we could not get into the building so we had to go to the drive in Movie Theater. We had a fun day. The next day we found out that he had to go back to Mars. We did not know how to get to Mars to send him back. We tried to make a phone call to Mars but we couldn’t, so we tried to slingshot him to Mars but that didn’t work either. Then finally we tried shooting him out of a cannon but he would not get in. He was too scared. Then we thought that we could send a message to mars out of the cannon. So we wrote the message. We could not find what to say so finally we came up with a good note to send. This is what it said. Dear Mom I want to come home now Please  send a way to help me. If I can find a way home, I will be so happy. I have a lot of tales about what  I was doing on earth.Sincerely,Bon Chicken. Then we shot the note out of the cannon. I asked Bon why he never told me his real name. He told me that if he told me his real name too much information will have been given out. We remembered t  at I know all of his favorite stuff so it would not have been giving out too much information. The next day a spacecraft came to my house and picked up Bon the Chicken w  ere so mad and sad but it had to be done. So we both jumped on to the spacecraft. It was weird looking and the aliens on it were blue not green and they did not look like I thaught they would look at all in the movies. They grabbed me and strapped me to a table and began feeding me some type of ice cream asking me if it was good or not I had no choice but to answer the question even though I did not like it very much. They gave me some weird flavors like eyeball, heart, brain, foot, nose, tongue, and even stomach. I have to admit that they tasted pretty good. But I did not like the names I mean they could have named them anything but why did they name them gross things like eyeball, heart, brain, foot, nose, tongue, and stomach? That is the weird part aliens are just gross that way plus they have things that are very high-tech like DVD players that have helmets that make it feel like you were in the movie and computers with holograms to show websites and stuff like that. It was weird but I kinda’ liked it; it was like the house I always wanted. **TO BE CONTINUED...**
 * By: Casey Comeau **

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