Once there was a child named Romane Noodles. He hated chickens. And people, for that matter. It all ended when Romane’s sister came home one day with a new pet.
“Romane! I got a new animal!” Their house was practically a petting zoo already.
“Who-hoo,” Romane said in a monotone. He turned around from his supposed fourth grade homework (adding 6 + 2) and shrieked. Because his sister, Spaghetti, had gotten a pet chicken. No one really knew what bothered him so much about them, but he definitely hated them.
The chicken got so provoked by the high-pitched torture that he jumped right onto Romane’s head. That was the last anyone heard of Romane Noodles.
I thought up the idea with chickenlover3.