by Rhea Wood

Created on: June 01, 2007

//Suddenly, Fred stopped. He stared at the chicken. The chicken stared at him. It was.... Fate....//

He screamed in his sleep, and bolted upright, cold sweat clinging to his face and nightshirt. His hand felt around on the pillow next to him, and then his mind caught up with him- she wasn't there.

He sighed. Seems that whenever she went away on a business, his nightmares got more and more frightening. He missed his wife, and it had only been 6 hours since she had left.

He tried to think of what she would say at a time like this... "Fred... it was just a dream. Chickens cannot kill humans in real life, Fred."

Then, he would mumble, half-crazed.. "But! The chicken! It carried! It was holding a! Knife!"

Then she would wrap her arms around him and whisper in his ear... "Fred. You CAN conquer the chicken. Now, when you fall back to sleep, you WILL have a dream. You will dream of conquering the chicken. Okay, Fred?"

Then he'd nod. She'd kiss him on the cheek, and pat his head.

"Goodnight Fred."

Recalling this, he calmed down. He clsoed his eyes, and brought back her voice.

"...you WILL conquer the chicken...."

Eyes still closed, he eased himself onto his pillows and fell asleep.

//Fred stood at the counter, listlessly chopping hardboiled eggs. He did not concern himself with why, he just knew that his wife had told him to chop some eggs. So chop he did.

Suddenly, Fred stopped. He stared at the chicken. The chicken stared at him. It was.... Fate....

With a mighty scream, Fred lept up into the air, Matrix-style. He floated slowly through the air, foot extended. The chicken, bored, wandered away. Fred cracked his foot ont he wall, where the chicken would have been had it not wandered away. After ten minutes of groaning in pain, Fred lept up once more, but this time staying within the boundaries of time and space. He punched his fists into the air.

"YES! I HAVE CONQUERED THE CHICKEN!"//

Fred smiled happily in his sleep, as the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in through the window.

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