One Hundred Four
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, 08-05-2015 at 02:35 PM (349 Views)
In which Igor Stravinsky attempts to escape from my chicken yard...
I'm inspecting the run of my chicken coop to discover how an opossum is entering and eating the eggs. I raise the flap to the veg garden and Igor Stravinsky sticks his head out. He can wriggle himself out of the opening enough as far as his waist, but he can't yet free his arms or climb out. He is shirtless and angry, balding and dirty. He keeps opening his mouth to scream, but no noise comes out.
I look at the chicken wire and see that he will shortly break his way free. I run.
I'm in the yard of a prison. I'm running towards the building. The door is locked. I run through covered outdoor corridors and up and down stairs trying all the doors. Finally I find one that is open. I enter the building and shout at employees to secure the chicken yard before Stravinsky escapes. They look up at me but do not move or speak.
I try to run more but my legs stop working. The best I can do now is kick my legs up so that my elbows contact my knees as if I'm doing an aerobics workout.