“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 fro. It took him that long because he not only had to deal with the physical problems but also the mental problems. Now 2 months later he still hasn’t got to terms with the accident and he is also forced on returning back to school.
Now ‘manky legs’ isn’t a sort of name you’d like to be labelled in any situation, but Terry was. You’d think after all hes gone through, the students at his school might go easy on him, wrong! You see kids in general tend to pick on the minority; it gets them through their childhood, makes them feel good and makes the audience feel good and I’m purely speaking from experience. Terry was now being slaughtered verbally; he was getting it from every one. Even the teachers occasionally made the odd joke about his legs. Terry now believed that everyone was talking and laughing about him and that everyone was ignoring him in fear of catching his chicken legs. Yes I know-hes weird! People may be talking about him but still there’s that chance of paranoia you can take your pick. It was now getting to a state where Terry began to think that suicide was the only way to get rid of such a horrid life he is living. One day after school, after being tormented so much Terry uses his dad’s stepladder and placed it upon the barn door, as he reached the top there weren’t any signs of 2nd thoughts like in any other situation, but lets face it this isn’t like any other situation although he did begin to remember his parents and about the very few people who loved them but one abrupt jump off the barn house cancels out any more of those thoughts or does it?
Terry realises he is not actually dead and far from it, he had an urge for an omelette for some strange apparent reason. He looks around for any sort of bodily damage and bruises but can not spot any. He then looks to his left and find his chicken legs severed. “Aaaaaagghhh!” Screamed Terry. This seems familiar doesn’t it? Terry’s scream instantly alerts Angela Terry’s mum. As she runs out to his attention she spots his legs and instantly ran upstairs to dig up her knitting equipment and back down stairs again to fetch the butchers knife and a chicken. She then gets hold of the chicken and amputates its legs and runs anxiously towards her son “don’t worry son, I’m here” she panted reassuringly, “oh no” Terry said under his breath “not again!”. Angela then stitches on the chicken legs on her son; this causes the bleeding to stop and gives Terry a new pair of legs (again).
2 months on and Terry’s attitude towards his legs have somewhat changed. His constant pessimistic thoughts have turned rather optimistic and Terry begins to realise that maybe him and his legs were just meant to be together, after all there still there after 2 life threatening accidents. Whilst thinking in this manor he then begins to tell himself “that surely these chicken legs are good for something they have to be.” Terry is determined to go back to school in order to overcome his fear of being barricaded verbally by other students in his school. As he goes into school he begins to notice everyone staring at his legs and laughing and the usual mocking, but Terry decides to ignore the students and their “silly little comments”.
P.E lessons for some are probably the most enjoyable lessons of the week and for some not so enjoyable probably because there so rubbish at it! This was the case for Terry especially now he had chicken legs or was it? Well one P.E lesson on a Wednesday Terry decided to run the class sprint competition, if you had asked him to do this before the whole ordeal with his legs he would of laughed at the prospect. But his newfound optimism had bought on a newfound Terry and he was totally eager to run the sprint. Now obviously once u discover someone running a sprint with you half chicken half boy you’d laugh your brains out and this proved to be a big advantage for Young Terry in his sprint race, that and his freakish unexplainable pace he ran with in his race, Terry had won and this was probably one of the first things he had ever one and what a way to win it, the other 7 people running the race were just out of their starting boxes when Terry zoomed past the finish line. His performance in the sprint race was something short of amazing, well that’s what his P.E teacher Mr. Jakrupati thought “hes a born winner” he preached to the other teachers “im seriously thinking of entering him into the Paralympics” he said excitedly. Terry was now as perky as a, sorry forgot the word but he was enjoying it that’s for sure, so were his parents might I add they were simple ecstatic. “That my son, a winnew now a winnew all his life!” and his mother, Angels greeted him with a big hug, very big and home made chocolate chip cookies with extra chocolate chips, his favourite, mines too-yummy! Terry’s optimistic thinking has doubled and now hes over the moon with life and at last his skimpy streamlined chicken legs was good for something. The next day at school terry had a spring in his step and that spring was about to turn to a big leap after hearing the good news from his P.E teacher Mr Jakrupati, Terry had learned that he was to take part in the summer’s Paralympics sprint (poultry division). Terry was elated with this news and decided on tough training for every evening from that day to the Paralympics. It was an apprehensive couple of months till the games but the day had finally come.
Terry was sick for the couple of days before the actual race, due to being so nervous he couldn’t sleep, nor eat nor wax his chicken legs (note. Chicken legs tend to be hairy if not looked after properly!) All Terry was thinking about was the race 24/7. As he finally reached the stadium he was overwhelmed to see the crowd gathering round getting ready for the big race, that and the 7 other people in the race. He realised he was not alone, the 7 contestants all had poultry characteristics, one sprinter representing Latvia had a beak instead of his nose, people say he snipped it off accidentally whilst trying to pluck his little nose hairs out with a chain saw. Terry was in tremendous awe, and the sprinters all looked in good shape. The odds-on favourite to win the race Dimitri was in fine shape, if I say so myself. He accidentally lost his arms whilst fiddling with some old nuclear atom bombs whilst being severely drunk due vodka like many other Russians. Terry was now feeling very sick and butterflies were flying all over the place. The racers were called, Terry like the other sprinters went straight to the starting blocks. The time had come Terry and the other sprinters were fully stripped, finally! (no not in that way, stripped into their athletic gear you dirty so and so)
“On your marks” all the sprinters got on to their starting blocks, the crowd sat there restlessly. “Get set” the sprinters all sunk down to the running positions, then the gunshot “dooof!” The sprinters ran out. “False start” “Oh no” the crowd moaned in despair, one of the racers had made a false start and yes, it was Terry. Terry and the sprinters walked back to their starting blocks, Terry was determined not too make the same mistake twice because this would now result in disqualification from the race. “On your marks” the voice sounded again, they all got down to their sprinting positions “Get set” the crowd as anxious as ever “Go!” The sprinters ran out of their starting blocks like bolts of lightning, it was a funny sight 2 all those peoples chicken legs dwawdling around every where. Dimitri was in the lead, Terry close behind him, but one spiritual outburst from Terry carried him to the finishing line like a gun shot, Terry had won-Champion of the Poultry Paralympics race. The crowd went mental most noticeably Terrys mum & Dad, Graham and Angela. The General who became a slave, the slave who became a gla- Woops! Sorry this story just reminded me of Gladiator some how. Terry was then called up to the podium representing Great Britain and all the farm boys out there. Terry made a special request, instead of the British national anthem Terry chose the Bat Man theme-don’t ask me! He believes its emotional..yeah! Whilst the di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di BATMAN! Was sounding in the back ground Terry was reminising about the times, the times he had to struggle through life, over come 2 major accidents plus attempting to ignore the verbally fatal attempts by students at his school. What a victory, like a “me against the world” scenario. Terry had finally done it, Terry was a national hero!
Terry was now totally in love with his chicken legs, what luck it bought him, it granted him national status. Terry was in love with his chicken legs and in turn caused his great fondness and love for Chickens. He was absoloutley in love with them! But wait, he lives in a farm and has loads of chickens there I here you ask! The thought of all those chickens being imprisoned in a small barn and an inevitable death for them was not a nice one, Terry didn’t like it at all. Surely someone like Terry “national hero” was not going to stand for any sort of this nonsense…. No he wouldn’t!
PREPARE FOR CHICKEN LEGS- THE REVELOUTION