Alright, first paragraph of summer reading is killing me. Cluck cluck, the thing rumbled in a deep voice. Is that thing talking to us? said Fred. I looked around the small playground. Fred, Sam, and I stood at one end against a chain link fence. A very large white feathered thing stood next to the swing set at the other end. It had yellow scaly legs as big as baseball bats, little red eyes, and a dog collar. I think it's a giant chicken, I said. Alright, that was cool. Goodnight guys.