Matilda and Bert burst into the henhouse. With both ice and fire chickens scattering in a calamitous commotion of clucks, the children armed themselves as the trolls smashed their way through ramshackle coop walls.
The kids took aim, then unleashed a relentless counter-attack of lobbed elemental eggs.
Pelted and beaned with yolks that froze into ice— or became blazing omelets — one hairy brute staggered blinded by a mask of icicles, and another fled with a flaming behind.
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I’ll mention to my hens about this!
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An egg-cellent idea!
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I wrote about chickens just the other day. It’s something in the air or pan.
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