Author: some random gal PM
Not the most inventive title, I know. the whole of Chicken Run, through Rocky's eyes. His thoughts and feelings.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 8 - Words: 12,846 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 02-19-13 - Published: 04-05-11 - id: 6881034
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Hiya! Some Random Gal, back from retirement and posting again. Man I missed you all. Anyway, to business.
I love Rocky. I love his personality and the way he talks. He makes me laugh a lotXD. I always dreamed of making a story of his time in his point of view. So, I achieved it. Now, I know that the title isn't very inspirational and the story might not be that great, but I think I did a good job. I also added a few scenes that aren't in the movie. Anyway, enjoy Rooster Run.
All stories begin with introduction don't they? Well, let's have one right now then. The name's Rocky Rhodes, short for the Rhode Island Red. I am a rooster, and a pretty good-looking one at that. Through my good looks, most chicks fall for my charms and stuff gets done for me. Now you all are thinking that someone as good looking as me may live a charmed life, but there is one little catch. I have a job, and I don't like it. Do you want to know what I do for a living? No? Well, I'll tell you anyway. I am a rooster who is from the circus and when I get on stage, I get shot out of a cannon. You heard me right, shot out of a cannon. And no, they do not gear my up with any safety or anything. They just stuff me in, light that fuse, and boom! There I go in a puff of black smoke and the smell of gunpowder. That's me, Rocky the "Flying Rooster". Yeah, my life isn't as good as I look isn't it? No it's not. Which is a shame because a handsome rooster like me deserves a better life after all I've gone through. Well, it's about time I do get that life, a higher place than the one I am living in right now. I don't care that the other circus guys think I'm nuts.
'You've got to be kidding Rocky!' They say to me. 'We get a roof over our head and fed three meals a day. I don't get why you want to leave. Or how even. You do see how well guarded this place is right?' Well, all they do is jump through rings of fire and stand on each other's heads. If they were stuffed into a cannon and shot into the air with no safety gear, I'm pretty sure their opinions would change. As for the how, this is the one time I am glad that my job is being shot out of a cannon. The next time I go on stage, they are going to get an explosion they'll never forget.