HAVE YOU EVER ENCOUNTERED A GANG OF CHICKENS?

I was recently challenged to write a 400-word essay of how I spent my weekend. Here it is.

My weekends, for the most part, are rather uneventful. However, owing to a blood-chilling encounter with a gang of chickens, this weekend was different.

It all began on Saturday. I stayed in bed all day, reading books and watching movies, as I usually do every Saturday. Come Sunday morning, I was feeling rather bored and tired of doing nothing and so I decided to join my uncle and his family on his trip upcountry to visit my grandparents. My uncle was pleasantly surprised that I had decided to join them. He gladly picked me up on the way and there we all were: my uncle, my auntie, two cousins and I; in a black RAV4, headed to my grandparents’ in Nginda village. We clearly hadn’t thought about the ramifications of travelling in a black vehicle under the scorching sun. By the time we got to the village, we were soaking in sweat. Now this may sound like an exaggeration but I kid you not. I didn’t even know I could sweat that much.

We were warmly received by my grandparents. Because we had arrived earlier than expected, lunch wasn’t ready yet and we decided to help out in the making of the meal. My grandmother assigned to me the task of sorting the rice so I took a winnowing basket and some rice and headed outside. I settled myself under a tree and started winnowing. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was attacked by a gang of chickens. There were about five or six of them, flying at me from all directions. In a moment of panic, I flung the winnowing basket away from me and ran full speed towards the house while screaming at the top of my lungs. I expected that the chickens would leave me alone and go for the rice instead but apparently, it was me they were after. They followed me as I ran and pecked at my feet, which made me even more terrified. A few moments later, I was safely locked in the house. I can’t say the same about the chickens; one of them got its head stuck in the door while I was closing it. Not only had I killed my grandmother’s prized layer chicken but also I had ruined lunch by throwing away the rice. Furthermore, I am now the laughing stock of my family and the entire village.

I kid you not, this actually happened.

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