"Don't forget to milk the cows son" "Yes, mum" replied Terry directly.

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“Don’t forget to milk the cows son” “Yes, mum” replied Terry directly. Terry or  ‘Terry the farm boy’ as the students know him at his local elementary school, is a rather weedy lad. Around 5ft tall, not hugely noticeable, his pale white face plagued with brightly coloured freckles. Terry-12, has lived on the farm for as long as he can remember. Some people believed it was weird living on a farm but Terry begged to differ, he absolutely loved it! His mother, Angela-36 is rather big for her gender sort of on the plum side with her appearance illuminated by her very loud ginger hair which may I also add is frizzy. Shes very bossy and is usually right in making decisions (or that’s what she likes to think at least) like any other mum really. Terry’s dad, Graham-45 is also very big and very stocky, to be excepted from a man who’s lived on a farm so long. Graham is big bearded yet kind hearted and has one of those ‘Wew’ things where you pronounce R’s as a W. Terry was prou of his family and his farm and loved his life in general very much.

One sunny April morning, Graham decided on taking the old combine harvester for a spin, but that’s not what he told his wife and son. Apparently he was going out to harvest the crops-yeah right! Graham had a thing for big motors and reckons that the combine harvester was probably one of the best things associated with farming; anyway he was out on the fields driving along nicely, well he was actually driving like a madman like any other man would on a monster truck, that’s not the point everything was as right as rain until the car was moving towards the opposite direction he had wanted it to go in. The steering wheel was out of control; Graham panicked and shouted “help!” he lowered his foot towards the brakes and realised they were conked out two and shouted out again. Graham who was inside having his breakfast heard the commotion coming from outside. He ran instantaneously to his father and the malfunctioning combine harvester and screamed out “wait dad, I’ll get help” just as he turned back, Terry heard the noise getting awfully louder as if it was coming closer and closer it was in actual fact it was Terry had to run and fast. But it was no match for the harvesters speed it came closer and closer. He then saw his dad jump out of the motor, rather like superman “oh how good it’d be if superman were hear now” he said as he looked up to the sky. There he was! Superman in all his glory. He came closer, Terry than realised this wasn’t superman instead a rather odd looking bird. By telling you this I have just discovered its irrelevancy. The truth of the matter was that Terry was now cornered and very much trapped. “Aaagghhh!” screamed Terry. “Just stay vewy still son” replied Graham. Now some may think advice from dads are like words of wisdom, Graham didn’t “what the heck do you mean stay very still, the bleeding machine is gonna come and cut me up into pieces!” The combined harvester was now within touching distance from Terry his life flashed between his eyes, as it does just before a life-threatening incident. It bulldozed him to the ground, the mournful cry alerting Angela Terry’s mother, which in turn resulted in another cry. The combined harvester passed by with Terry flat on the floor. Both his parents rushed to his attention. To their amazement Terry was still alive yet 2 severed legs were lying there beside him. Yes, he was alive but there was so much blood being lost a decision had to be made and his mother Angela was the woman to make it. A decade or so ago Angela was studying Medicine and was a trainee nurse not a good one at that but she was learning. She decided to throw it all away the day she met Graham. Back to the situation at hand, Graham leaves the job to Angela. After thinking for a second or so she comes up with a plan. She runs to the kitchen not that she can or anything, and pulls out a cynical looking butchers knife. She then runs to the chickens barn and pulls out a chicken. Graham’s worried look became that of a very happy one. He wasn’t eager of the prospect of having chicken for dinner although usually he would be, he realises what Angela has in mind. Angela then throws the chicken to the floor and with one mighty swipe amputates the chicken’s legs. “Something’s missing” she said quickly to her self. She threw the legs to her husband and ran upstairs. Grahams happiness switched back to his worried look he realised that the chicken legs began to move vigorously as if they were suffering from an epileptic fit of some sort. Angela came back with her knitting box. She ran heroically to her son and stitched on the chicken legs.

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“Aaagggh!” cried Terry. “Its just a dream” he re-assured himself this whole ordeal was a dream-if only! He threw his duvet to check his legs, and there they were his pair of chicken legs. He attempted to jump out of his bed but he buckled and fell to the floor. The chicken legs felt very weird. It took along time for Terry to get used to them 2 months infact; this was the period of time it took him to fully recover from the accident. During this time he had learnt all the orthodox procedures of walking to and ...

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