Chickens, everywhere. In some spaces, just one. In others, a thousand. Everywhere I turn, chickens. I’ve opened every door I can find, only to find more chickens.
Then I spot it, standing in the center of the square, surrounded by fowl. A phone booth.
I work my way through the crowd to its door, and sneak inside.
Amazingly, no chicken follows.
When I peek outside, I see the birds slowly backing away.
Then the flash of light.
They back away faster. I open the door, and get a glimpse of my reflection as the glass moves. Suddenly I’m dressed all in white, carrying a cane, and sporting a white goatee. No wonder the chickens are backing away.
As they move aside, I see some hope of escape without a chicken in tow.
I make my way onwards, and through the next door. Into a room full of teddy bears. Big bears. Small bears. Fluffy bears. Buff bears. Toothy bears.
Suddenly, I’m envious of the chickens.
But no matter. I’m almost through, so I calmly walk through and out the final door.