Day: 28. January 2011

I gaped at Deilian. ” A hut?!” I asked angrily. He nodded and smiled patiently “You told me it would be a pleasant place, not a place crawling with rats and salmonella!” I yelled, wanting to claw that wretched smile of his face. ” Salmonella is a disease that comes from-” “I don’t care!” I yelled, balling my fists “I don’t care! I don’t care! I don’t care!”I ranted, stomping deep pits into the ground. He sighed “What were you expecting? A 20 bedroom mansion?” I nodded “Actually yes I was. You rented the Taj Mahal for a week before! Remember?” He nodded  ”Yes, but that was an emergency.” ‘And this isn’t?! We’re being hunted down by an army, and you don’t call this an emergency?!” He shrugged “I found this place, and it’s much less conspicuous then the Taj Mahal. Plus, there is more to it than this.” My eyes lit up, maybe there was still hope. ” Really? How many bedrooms?” He grinned “Well… it’s not exactly that…” I moaned “Well, what exactly it this ‘more’?” ” About 50 acres of pasture.” He said, smiling. “Pasture?” I asked “Yes, for the cows.” “Cows?” “Yes, about a dozen of them.” I gaped at him, when I finally could speak I said “Let me guess, we also have some fifty odd chickens?” “Actually sixty.” I took a deep breath “Joy oh joy.” “Well at least you will have company.” “Chickens? Company?!” “Look on the bright side, you can read your diary to them and they won’t laugh.” I glared at him. “I am done with this conversation.” I said crisply and stalked of into the little hovel-like hut.

I ran into the dining room were Deilian was sitting reading a cookbook. “Deilian!” I screamed even before I entered the room. I stopped in front of him, my face red with rage and embarrassment. “One of your stupid chickens made a nest in my hair!” I bellowed, unconsciously running a hand over the large clump of feathers and hair on my head. “You know chickens are actually more intelligent then they look.” he said from behind the cover of the book. The cheery picture of an apple pie on it’s cover only fueled my rage. I ripped the book out of his hands and flung it into the trash. ” Look at my head!!! This is the work of one of your precious demon chickens!  I swear if- Hey! Stop laughing! This isn’t funny!” I glared at him, literally shaking with fury. He managed to contain his laughter and reduce it to an insolent grin “Well, I’m sure this could become a new trend if you adjusted that tuft of hair and moved that feather a bit.” I drew myself up  “This isn’t a joke, I am serious! If I see another one of those evil fiends I will wring their necks!” He leaned back in his chair and plucked the book out of the trashcan ”Maybe it was your fault.” I was taken back by this remark “Wa- what? My fault? How?” he shrugged “Maybe it was the shampoo you use.” My rage returned ” ‘Shampoo’ my foot! Transforming my hair into a Casa De Chicken was fully their intention!” With that I turned on my heals and stormed of, Deilian’s laughter sending fresh waves of anger and embarrassment coursing through me.