The Carriage Hill Mud Hens huddled around their quarterback, Wendell. This would be the last play of the game and they were down by only three points. This wasn't just any game. They were pitted against their arch rivals, the Gamecocks from Holly Meadows.
Sid, their big center took position and stared down the enemy. Sid let loose a low cackle, trying to get the edge through intimidation. He ruffled his feathers in a display sure to set them back.
Then came the signal from Wendell. Sid bent down and picked up the kernel, sending it to Wendell in a perfect hike. With a flurry of cackling and flying feathers, the line went into motion.
The Gamecocks defense came on like a wave but Wendell was ready and left the pocket, looking for an open receiver. However, all of his fellow Mud Hens were covered by the opposing team and Wendell had to run for it.
With just seconds left on the clock, Wendell carried the kernel across the goal line, winning the big game! What a finish! WENDELL HAD WON THE GAME!
But were was the roaring crowd? Where were the adoring fans? The stands were completely empty. Once again, the farmer had picked the wrong time to spread more chicken feed. Wendell was left to enjoy his victory by himself.