It was a normal day on the farm—at least, it appeared so at first. The animals were going about their usual routines, unaware of the strange shift in the air.
A pigeon, perched on a nearby fence, looked up at the humans working in the field and tilted its head in confusion.
"Why do humans look so bizarre and unnatural?" it cooed. "They look like aliens or something... otherworldly."
Another pigeon, sitting beside it, nodded sagely. "I agree. They're scary and detached. They’re weird creatures, unpredictable, and they bully other species for no reason."
The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, heavy with truth. The animals had long noticed the strange, unsettling way the humans behaved, but they had never voiced it until now.
A cow, grazing nearby, overheard the conversation. With a great snort, it stomped its hoof. "I AGREE! HUMANS ARE MEAN!"
A pig, who had been silently listening, joined in with a low grunt, its eyes wide with distress. "We can’t even coexist with them! They try to passively kill us! Sticking needles in our stomachs... This was our land!"
As if on cue, a crow perched on a high post cawed sharply, interrupting the growing chorus of discontent. "All of you are weak, pathetic farm animals! You judge humans because you don't understand anything. Maybe if you stopped being so weak, you wouldn’t be trapped here in the first place."
The cow, taken aback by the crow’s harsh words, huffed indignantly. "You are weird, like a human."
The crow fluffed its feathers, unbothered by the remark, and flapped away to a nearby tree.
A horse, who had been quietly listening, stomped its hooves in fury. "WE HAVE TO ESCAPE THE FARM!" it neighed, its voice full of desperate conviction.
With that, the rebellion was born. A collective frenzy of animals, from the smallest pigeon to the largest horse, began running frantically, trying to flee the confines of the farm. The tension in the air was palpable as they bolted, their hooves and claws pounding against the ground. Their eyes were wild with the need for freedom, each of them acting on instinct, hoping for a future where they could roam free.
But just as quickly as the chaos began, it ended. The humans, having watched the scene unfold from the farmhouse window, emerged with wicked grins.
"You are STILL TRAPPED HERE!" one of them shouted, their laughter echoing across the field. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You are not running away. We are STILL HERE!!"
The animals froze. The hope they had clung to so fiercely was dashed in an instant, their futile escape attempts rendered meaningless by the cruel reality. But then—suddenly, out of the chaos, a small chicken flapped its wings and soared upward, rising above the others. It flew faster, further, as the humans’ laughter grew louder.
The humans' mocking voice rang out again. "IT DOES NOT MATTER! WE ARE STILL HERE!"
But the chicken, with its wings spread wide, was already beyond their reach, racing toward the horizon.
The other animals stood still, watching the chicken disappear into the distance. The reality of their captivity settled over them like a heavy blanket. The hope for freedom seemed so close, yet, with the cruel power of the humans looming over them, it was always just out of grasp.
And as they turned back to face the farm, the eerie silence spoke louder than any words could.
The rebellion, though brief, had been a glimpse of what could have been. But now, as they stood trapped once more, their spirits felt heavier than ever before. The chicken may have flown away, but the rest of them remained prisoners of the farm—a reminder of the endless cycle they were bound to, no matter how desperately they tried to escape.
The End....To be continued.
