Rhode Island Red blew the last note on his trumpet and lowered it to thunderous applause. “Thank you! Thank you! Really, thank you all, you’re too much. Ha. Take that, jazz Chicken.”
Friendly Venom
Author: Uncle Artie
You've heard of the Old Man and the Sea? Or maybe the Chicken of the Sea? The Old Chicken? Forget that, I'm the other Old Man, the Old Man of the Tech. A Technology Fabulist, a known teller of tales, the Homer of the Post Atomic Age; that would be the Information Age. Is anyone keeping up with this?
Sparkling Treason
“Don’t worry about getting check.” Mule stood up to leave and waved at the bartender, then pointed at the empty copper mugs. “I run a tab here. Look, you have no worries. We bought his silence, he will stay silent. Also, we buy all bones in his body. Farewell.”
Beseech
“I’ve told you all I know.” Black Flying Fox wailed. “You keep asking questions and I’ll only start lying. Lying and lying until there are no more lies to tell. Then what? What good? You’ll never know what I said was true and you’ll never believe me if it was. Just let me go.”
Radio
“I don’t know about you, my fine feathered and furry friends,” Mynah Bird spoke closely into the microphone. “But I’ve never seen a fight quite like this one. How I wish you all could have been ringside here with me to watch the defending champion fall from grace. It was stupendous. It was monumental. It will be the punch heard round the world. And speaking of punch, my friends, the next you’re at your local grocery, remember, Toucan’s Fruit Punch Cocktail is the one punch you want to take home. Now, let’s see if we can a word with the new champ.”
Watching the Dancer
“Honestly, I try not to give any offense,” Spectacled Bear offered, “but I wasn’t aware that interpretive dance could employ so many props.”
Self Explanatory
“No, I don’t believe I will explain that last statement.” Elk stood firm. “What I said is what I meant. It was broad and encompassing, and should be generally applied to everyone here. And anyone you might happen to know, or perfect strangers if meet any. Just roll with it.”
Survival Instinct
Red Headed Vulture looked at the food her parents left before they flew off again, and then thought of the others. “Wait. I don’t think there’s enough here. Not enough for everyone after I eat my share. I better chow down while I give it a quick think. I’ll be right there everyone, just a sec.”
Ponyard Kipling's Amazing Animal Annals of the Atomic Age 