Chicken

My friend Huddie enchanted a chicken

with his new pocketwatch.

It asked us, "Who owns this world?"

I pointed at Huddie, and he at me.

"Really?" said the chicken.

"Your first words should be, "Thank you,"

I said, puzzled by the way the chicken jerked its head.

"Do you not see the changes in the trees?

"The weather right before winter?

"Something bad is happening, right?

"And have you noticed there's no bees?"

Huddie cut that chicken's neck with his axe.

"Truth" is the last word came out of that chicken's head.

We ate it that night with mashed potatoes.