Tell me a story involving a chicken, a bull, a cowboy, a big pink feather, and a servant?

Question

Make it good, and you get 10 points

Answer 1

The cowboy had just been thrown from the bull, when in mid-air everything around him segued into slow motion. As his life flashed before his eyes he thought back to the time when he was eight years old and had a chicken named Marvin. Marvin was in love with Lola the flamingo who lived at the mansion on the property across the road. The servant who saw to the well-being of the flamingo, often took her for walks down the road. On one particularly blustery day a gust of wind blew at Lola as her and the servant walked by. A big pink feather came unlodged from her plummage and landed at Marvins feet. He picked up the big feather and tucked it under his wing knowing that this would be the closest he would ever come to his true love.

Meanwhile, the cowboy came out of his momentary stupor and landed on a pile of matresses having just been thrown from a mechanical bull on it's lowest setting. The crowd of onlookers dispearsed in dejection and disgust, except for the servant who laid a big pink feather along next to a small white feather where the cowboy lay.

Answer 2

A chicken was born with all white feathers except for one big pink feather. He hired a servant to help pluck the feather, but the servant never showed up to work -- it was rumored she ran away with a cowboy on his bull.

Answer 3

once upon a time there live a cowboy who father races with bulls
but he he didnt wanted to follow his father footstep
insted he wanted to be a clown
one day he try out for joining the cirus
he tied a big pink feather on his back
pretending he was a chicken
his father found out and kick him out of town
then he met a prince
who sed" if u want to be a clown ok entertain me from now on ur my servant"
"if u make me laugh ill let u go"
he didnt make the prince laugh
so the pince solide kill hm
and his father was walking pass by saying to him before he die
" i told u to be a bull racer if u had listen to me u woodnt die at such a young age tsk tsk tsk"

hahahahaha wow i just made that up right now

Answer 4

Harrison Wingcluck, world-famous escaped fugitive KFC chicken (and master of disguise), cursed his luck through gritted beak.

His latest identity as Manuel de Tortilla, highly-paid matador, was in severe jeopardy as the huge bull charged him ferociously and the crowd in the stadium held its breath. Harrison side-stepped the charge, but not quickly enough. The bull ripped his cape to shreds, and dug his horn cruelly into the chicken's side, wounding him.

Harrison winced from the pain. Visions of Colonel Sanders laughing at him in a bad Southern accent floated before his eyes. But it wasn't over yet. The bull had turned at the far end, and was bearing down once again, eager to finish the job.

Almost fainting, Harrison pulled a feather out of his tail to use as a makeshift cape. In the bright sunshine of Seville, the white feather, tainted with his own blood, glowed pink as coral, but the bull was not impressed by beauty; it had its mind fixed on murder, pure and simple.

It was 30 yards away now.

Now 20.

Had it been worth it, Harrison Wingcluck thought bitterly. To escape being smothered with 11 herbs and spices, only to perish in the sands of a Spanish bullring, left to -

He did not have time to complete the thought. A lithe figure, dressed in a cowboy outfit, had leapt nimbly on the bull's back and was hanging on with a rodeo rider's skill. Harrison watched in utter amazement as the cowboy, in less than two minutes, subdued the raging bull and left it panting and exhausted, no longer a threat.

The figure came over and grabbed him by his fake arm. His Stetson was pulled low over his brow, hiding his face.

'Come with me', he said in a low voice, and pulled Harrison away into the side tunnel. The sound of rapturous applause from the crowd faded as the stranger took them to a secluded spot in the arena.

A shaft of sunlight caught the stranger's face, and Harrison was shocked to catch a glimpse of a duck's bright yellow beak.

'Aimsworthy?' he gasped, 'but that's impossible! That anaconda finished you! I saw it with my own eyes...'

'That anaconda is now a handbag, sir,' replied the familiar voice of his trusted butler. 'Now, let's get you out of this ridiculous spangled outfit, and into some clean white bandages.'

Answer 5

Too many details!