Duel Of the flying Chickens-Ma and Son

To Say I was Prepared was to Lie. It was albeit a normal morning before Ma began throwing hens into at me.

  An explosion of feathers lit up my eyesight, and then twice more as three hens hit me square between the eyes. I shook it off and grabbed them intending to throw them back. The chicken instead fluttered up, and laid an egg on my face. Through the yolk I could see mom readying for another Strike.

I hit the ground as the chickens sailed right through where my face had been. Apparently, I thought, Mom was more accurate then she looks. And that chicken was a turncoat ,I added ruefully. I got up and threw an egg that had been laying near me. I was rewarded with a satisfying smack and squirt as the egg hit something. I Jumped up in triumph only to receive a salvo of return shots.

 Triply Hit, I went to the ground battered. I heard a curious rustling sound and looked up. What I saw wasn’t good. The chickens Who had abandoned my Cause where fluttering over to me. Except they where covered in the broken egg I had thrown at Ma. I cursed Inwardly at myself for thinking I could Outsmart her. Now I better be Careful, she could be anywhere in the yard. 

I started drawing hay bales into a makeshift shelter, covering it with a shingle from the barn roof to protect me from the angry hens above. I was grateful I had done so when I heard the smacks of egg on shingle.

—Pwoof! The roof flew off as a chicken hit me at point blank range. I looked up to see Ma standing over me with a spoiled egg. “ Well My dear, Do you surrender?”I made a big show of acting haughty”Never!” She rolled her eyes, picked up a chicken, and hit me with another resounding Pwoof.

“I’ll not surrender! To war I say!” My Da came charging into the yard With an empty flour sack swinging. He took  out mom with a billowing white cloud and hit me over the head hard enough for the flour to poof into snow. “Now, If the war is over, could you get goin’ on cleaning up this mess?” Me and Ma both nodded, grinning sheepishly at him, and scowled at each other when he turned away.

Ma shrugged,”Truce I suppose, but we will continue this later. Now, we both lost, so we both clean up the chickens."