The men came as they usually did. The father knew that he would be picked today. So, he called his family close to him to bid them goodbye. The youngest clung to his spindly legs. He still was raw to the world at just one day old. His brother and sister laughed themselves silly at his tears, calling him a “chicken”! They flapped around at their own hilarity. As the father was rounded up among the others, the little one learned that as chickens they didn’t have much choice in life. They were born to land on someone’s plate delectably dressed.
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This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla
in collaboration with Dr. Preeti Chauhan.
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla
in collaboration with Dr. Preeti Chauhan.
And this is precisely the reason, I stopped eating non-vegetarian. To know you are being fed to be somebody’s meal, quite a turbulent thing. Nicely written.
Oh dear, this one is like a wake-up call or seeing your own ugly side in a reflection. This sure made me feel glad I’m a vegetarian. Short and impactful is what I would call this microtale.
Crisp and impactful!
You hit the bull’s eye with this one Chandrika… so crisp and precise! I am a meat eater so I keep my mouth shut when anyone talks about cruelty to animals.🤐
This was good! I’m a vegetarian and can feel the pain of the family.
That was an excellent micro story! I had never explored this genre before!
Oh! Chandrika, in what hilarity you poked at me as a chicken eater, how each of them felt on their chosen day. I promise you, I am going to stop bothering the chickens.
A good fiction story but as a non vegetarian, I chose to keep it to fiction only
You have expressed deep emotions in a few lines. I chose to turn veg 25 years ago and never looked back.This was the reason for it.
What a powerful punch! I wish everyone would understand the weight of their actions when they eat someone’s parent or child.
Well this is altogether an excellent take on a precisely unknown genre- Its a reality . As a non vegetarian I will say its an example of ” Survival of Fittest”
Excellent Chandrika. The reality in just 100 words. I am a meat lover so I don’t want to talk anything because I know the cruelty.
True that…the irony of a chicken’s life.
This piece has such a bittersweet tone.
Nicely done in a very minimal manner!