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

`` Cluck Cluck'' 
 
 Yes it had been a strange day he thought back to himself, not a bad day to die. Though he'd never considered that he'd feel this... bored? No, content? Not that one really did spend much time thinking about how they would feel as they die, much more fun to think about how it would happen. 
 
 `` Cluck'' 
 
 Yes, what a shame about the chicks, they never would meet their parents. Not that their imminent demise would change that, but before now he could pretend to himself that it would happen. Once the eggs went into the baskets and out the door it was easy to forget what would happen to them. One could tell themselves that the fertilized ones would n't be destroyed, that the farm children would look after them... yes that was a good way to picture it. 
 
 `` Cluuuck, Cluck Cluck Cluck'' 
 
 Mmmmh, yes that gas was starting to get thicker now. He raised his wing up to inspect it, and watched as it somewhat seemed to float in front of him. That'd be the sleepiness he figured, did n't take much gas to tranquillize a human, much less a chicken. He always figured it would be a gun, quick, sudden, loud. Not like this though, he did n't think he would have time to think about it as it happened. The gas was supposed to be humane, or maybe chickene? chickmane? Thats besides the point, it was supposed to be kind, but now he himself was at the edge it felt rather morbid. 
 
 `` Cluckuk....uck.....Cluck..'' 
 
 She was struggling with her breathing now, her eyelids fluttering with a faint strength behind them. Its funny how life works out, who would of thought that a chicken with a human mind could end up like this. Of course he'd tried to escape, tried to alert his captors to hid intelligence, but it had been for nought. The farm hands clearly did n't know morse code and he definitely did n't have the vocal capacity for human speech. A couple of times he'd tried to scribe a help message into the metal cage, but his claws just were n't sharp enough. And now here he was, narrating his entire life to himself, and for what? A desperate hope that it would be heard, recorded? The idea that the worlds only intelligent chicken would be snuffed out for a couple of nuggets? Well there was at least some small victory here, the gas had made him lucid enough that he could pretend the other chickens could talk. 
 
 `` Cluck... Cl'' 
 
 Well, I do n't know about
