A Turn for the Worse (A story about how I turned evil)

Preface

I pick up this ancient quill, inkwell, and parchment for one reason, and one reason alone. I have been accused of horrible acts, and I wish to make my voice heard. By the time this parchment is found, I will be either victorious in my life-long quest or the eternal slave of those who would seek to capture my ageless wisdom inside their pointed cages of evil.

If you were to ask my name at this point, I would only dare to give an abbreviated reply, for fear of reprisals upon those I hold dear. Thus it is that I identify myself by only one name: Chicken.

Chapter 1

As I remember, my life began as most lives of my kind do. My sharp beak-tooth tore away the hard, protective shell of the egg around me, and I obtained my first glimpse of light. I wiggled out of the ivory, protected palace that was my home, and viewed the world as it now stood. It was there, at that point in time, that I first felt the deep thirst for knowledge that would be such an integral part of my life, and eventually, I fear, my demise. The world stretched out in all directions, infinitely larger than I could have ever imagined inside my little white capsule. I stepped into the sunlight and began to dry, while sizing up the situation. The grass, waving in the cool afternoon breeze, was wet to the touch with a liquid with which I was not familiar. I recognized the color as red, and the smell as chicken, but quickly came to the realization that this was not part of the world as it was supposed to be. My newly-developed hearing detected the sound of a chicken very close by calling out for assistance, while many other voices of my kind blended into a series of wails, shouts, and shrieks. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅThereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a goblin in the barn!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ