Classroom 6x Chicken //top\\ Review

The Colonel grew at an alarming rate. By the second week, he was no longer a cute ball of fluff; he was a feathered adolescent with spurs on his ankles and an attitude problem.

The class watched, mesmerized. The bird was frantic, beating his wings against the metal. Finally, with a groan of rusted iron, the grate gave way. It clattered to the floor. classroom 6x chicken

The students of 6X were devastated. They had grown to love the chaotic energy of the bird. He was the class mascot, a symbol of defiance in a school full of rules. But rules were rules. The Colonel grew at an alarming rate

The students were coughing, scared. Mr. Henderson was trying to pry the door open with a ruler. The situation was spiraling. The bird was frantic, beating his wings against the metal

The order came down: The Colonel was to be relocated to a local farm on Monday.