Crouched in the hay loft, I watched the group gather below me. "Foolish, unsuspecting mice" I muttered.
Just then, an unsuspecting mouse scurried up and bumped into my foot. It was startled and bit me in the ankle. It ran off into a hole in the wall.
We were miles from anything, surrounded by corn and wheat and such. There was a dark secret to this farm, and only I knew it. It was a genetically modified farm, with engineered crops everywhere. The government didn't want to lable this produce as "GM", but I knew the secret...the dirty secret...a conspiracy, if you will.
My ankle throbbed from the mouse bite. I waited to make my traditional dramatic enterance. I crouched, ready to jump down into the alfalfa directly below me. I pulled up my black and white checkered chef's pants, stood, braced myself, and, just as I was about to leap to the ground, the loft gave way.
I fell through the rotten floorboards with a crash, hit my head on a wooden beam, and landed on the back of a chicken. It was a big chicken. It also was glowing with a soft green light. I knew from my research that this was a common side effect of Genetic Modification: Radioactive Chickens.
I rode the chicken in circles until it bucked me off and sent me flying into the middle of the group. Luckily I didn't land in any pastries or eggplants. The chicken ran up and bit my ear, leaving a little red mark.
I felt queasy. My dramatic enterance had been ruined and I had just been bitten by a radioactive chicken. I crawled over to SheWolf in shame, and curled up next to her, hoping nobody noticed me. This would be a long conspiracy. I looked around at the suspects...then I fell asleep...I dreamt of chickens...