We spent the next few days strategizing our escape. Roostopher and I, along with a few other like-minded chickens, formed a small rebellion. We'd peck at the fence in strategic places, weakening it bit by bit.
One moonlit night, the moment came. With a final, unified effort, we broke through the fence and made our way into the open fields. The night air was filled with a sense of exhilaration and fear. Were we really free?Or was the farmer already aware of our plan?
We wandered through the fields, basking in our newfound freedom. But freedom came with its own set of challenges. The fields were vast and unfamiliar, and we had to find food and shelter. As a human, I never thought I'd see the day when finding a comfortable place to roost would become a top priority.