[ WP ] Two chickens at a slaughterhouse share a tender goodbye before death .

The coop was nearly empty, save for the swirling clouds of feathers and two plump Leghorn Chickens huddling in the darkest corner. Squawks with abrupt endings could be heard through the slat walls as they nuzzled beak to beak. 
 
 `` Buk, buk... BaCAW!'' Edith Egglayer celebrated as she nipped at her fine feathered friend's neck and nodded towards a golden-brown object just visible through the swirl of dust and feathers near the door. Flapping slightly they both waddled over to stand on either side of their new discovery. 
 
 `` Bacaw BUH-Caw!'' Nell Nester cheered back as she pecked down and tasted the warm breaded crumbs that flicked off. Both birds met the gaze of the other before looking up at the door again. Edith sighed, and pecked out at Nell's neck again. Nell clucked quietly and nipped her friends neck as well. Then, in perfect harmony, the two grown chicks pecked and snapped at the treat between them sending steaming white and golden-brown crumbs flying in flurry of feasting. As beaks clacked off the dirty wooden floor, seeking out the runaway morsels, the door slammed open and sent the dining duo in frenzy of flapping and hops back to their dark corner. 
 
 `` Goddamn little cannibals, that was from my lunch!'' Growled a large man with bloodstained sleeves and apron as he lumbered into the small room and spotted the scattering of crumbs, and snatched both birds from the floor by their necks. `` If you were n't already headed there, I'd make lunch out of you two!'' 
 
 Their squawks and clucks were muffled by the tight grips around their necks, but Nell and Edith found each other's gaze as they hit a table covered in something warm and sticky. Nell stretched out her neck and playfully nipped her friend's feathers just before 
 
 *THUNK* 
 
 Edith screamed a squawk through the stranglehold on her neck as a heavy steel blade severed her neck as well. Deft fingers tried the legs and flipped the two headless carcasses up onto hooks to let the blood drain. Settling down on a big wooden bench, the butcher kicked up his feet and stuck bloody fingers down into a McDonald's bag and grabbed a handful of fries, `` Damn scavengers. I really wanted that last chicken tender.''
