Once upon a time, my two badger brothers and I had to leave our home. Our father had left us when we were young. Our mother was very sick and in need of money. The last thing she could do was take care of three crazy badgers. Before we left mama said, ”Watch out out for the big bad chicken, I don’t want you guys to get eaten.”

It was our first day out on our own when we came across a guy with thousands of pieces of bacon. It was close to dark so we decided to take them to build our house. We asked him if we could have them and he said yes. We built our house. The next morning the big bad chicken came prowling along because he smelled the bacon. He ate our house down quickly; luckily we got out of there just before he ate us.

The next day my brothers and I made our house out of broccoli; we knew the chicken couldn’t eat it down because no one likes broccoli. Well we were mistaken, he took a chainsaw and cut his way through. Fortunately, we got out before he cut us open.

The next house we built we wanted to make the safest house we could, where the big bad chicken couldn’t break it down. We thought and we came up with the idea of chicken. I remembered hearing something about chickens not wanting to hurt or eat other chickens. But there was a problem, we didn’t know where to get chicken. Just then a guy was walking down the road with chicken. We asked for his Kentucky Fried Chicken. He gave it to us and we built our house.

The next day the big bad chicken found us again. When he got there he couldn’t find a way in. We had a tickle arm fight, we tickled him until he died of laughter. We ended up cooking him and we had a nice chicken dinner.