Thunderfunk the Superchicken - Chapter 31

You Can Totally See The Tail

His muscles were taut, ready to spring into action, but there was no hurry in his movements. He waited patiently, judging his timing perfectly, creeping forward in the tall grass, barely causing so much as a single blade of grass to bow at his movement. He knew where to place each step for maximum efficiency. His prey would not hear him coming. This time would be different.

He bared his teeth slightly as thoughts of previous encounters crossed his mind. Many times before, he had stalked this prey, and many times he had been defeated. But each defeat left him more hungrier...more hungry...hungri.... Each defeat made him more determined to succeed.

As he neared the house, a sound caused him to freeze. His prey had returned to nest, leaving it ripe for the plucking. Slowly, cautiously, he approached the breach in the perimeter that allowed him entrance into the house. It was fortunate that the crack had not been plugged, but that luck could not continue. He must succeed soon before his opportunity passed forever.

In the dim light he had to blink a few times to regain his vision, but even in the darkness he could see well enough. He licked his chops in anticipation. Carefully he proceeded, soon finding himself within sight of the objective. Behind the scantest of cover, he paused, waiting for the perfect moment, the moment when a distraction would take his prey’s attention away and...

...NOW!

With lightning quickness, he sprang, leaping through the air, pulling back his sharp weapons for the killing blow. He couldn’t help himself - an animalistic howl tore itself from his throat as he hurtled through the air, poised to strike a killing blow.


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Thunderfunk sighed heavily and reached up, pulling his neighbours cat from the top of his head where it had attached itself. A few feathers and patches of skin stayed connected to the cat, causing him some discomfort. “How do you continue to gain entrance Mr Penticton?” he asked the cat as it hissed and clawed at him. Not expecting a response, he loaded the struggling creature into what Straw had come to call the Kitty Cannon and pressed the firing button. “And how do you keep surviving?” he mused to no one in particular, which was probably wise as there was no one around to hear him.