Shane

Shane stood in front of the farmer. In his hands was a chicken. His prized blue chicken. He was currently showing it off to the farmer. Pride in his eyes as his hand gently ran through the chicken's soft blue feathers

"Through sheer hard work and patience, I made the mystical blue chicken! With its beautiful blue feathers and ability to lay blue eggs, it's perfect!"

He praised his work. The farmer nodded along as their hand softly ran through the chicken's feathers. They were soft with their deep blue color. Shane tells the farmer just how he made such a perfect chicken. Suddenly a loud bang from inside the connecting house spooked the blue chicken. Sending it scurrying away with flapping wings and sharp nails. Shane moves away to not get scratched, only to end up tripping on a bucket used to milk the cows, sending him tumbling and tripping over his own feet and right in the farmer's direction. The farmer was unable to get out of the way. Squeaking as they were dragged down in the fall. Both sprawled out as they gave dazed groans. The farmer was on their back. Sprawled on the hay-covered floor. Their eyes were dazed and head sore from the fall. On top of them was Shane whose face landed on their chest. Groaning from the fall. Not yet aware of where he was tucked.