So after decades of comfort, relaxation and prosperity the chickens decided to formalize the relative calm
by addressing the foxes outside their pen. Seeing that the chickens were somehow tranformed into peaceful little chickadees,
the foxes seized the moment to sneak through the chicken wire and grab some young hens.
The chickens were in a state of panic and sought out brave hearts, but these proved to be transformed into
professional squawkers. Instead of fighting they tried to appease the foxes and let them have some land near their pen. The
foxes couldn't believe their luck and just kept grabbing up more chickens.
The terrified chickens heard that on the other side of the world, there was a people that had once specialized
in fox taming. So together they concocted a plan of bringing back the most famous fox and his friends to keep the foxes from
raiding the pen and killing the chickens. In a big ceremony the fox tamers orchestrated a meeting where the chief chickens
and the chief fox signed a peace treaty. But when the chief fox returned to take charge of the other foxes, the attacks on
the chickens increased. The sly chief fox just grinned at the fox tamers and explained that the chickens were taunting them.
After almost two decades of chickens dying and getting eaten, some chickens began speaking of the old days
when they had the special elexir called testosterone which magically transformed them into ferocious chickens who
could rip out the eyes of the foxes and leave them for birds of prey who ate them at leasure while the other foxes
watched aghast. The problem was that none of the chickens remembered where the elexir was or who
had it last. So life sunk into a hell of squawking and dying chickens fighting amongst themselves over how to make the
foxes happy.
The old fox tamers thought it would be a good idea to reduce the size of the chicken pen so the foxes wouldn't
be excited by the chickens. The chickens agreed, but the problem was that each time they hauled in the chicken wire to tuck
in their fence, there were more foxes surrounding their smaller pen who saw how easy it was to get at the scrumptious
chickens.
Finaly one of chickens stood up proudly and announced that he knew where the magical elexir, testosterone
was. But the other chickens squawked at him and pushed him away. The chickens and the fox tamers said that he was crazy and a
threat to their cause. Besides no one believed he knew where the elexir was. They thought he was just another squawker.
