Even as the blood slowly clotted around his face, the chicken felt a great weight lift from his soul - and his head.

He spontaneously flew into the air, suddenly feeling as light as... one of his own feathers.

He perched on the head of his once destroyer, now saviour.

'As Keith was my bane, so shall I be your delight,' he clucked, profoundly.

'Head is WARM,' said the purple monster, happily. 'Hello, birdie!'

'Hello... friend,' said the chicken.


The end.