"I'M PARANOID, ITS CHRISTMAS"

This morning i woke up barely sleeping for two hours, i had to watch my back all night as it was necessary, no, mandatory is more like it. Nobody wants to die but everyone wants to go to heaven. The concrete floor seemed ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ bit cold but i didn't mind. It was one of the most deadly times of the year for my species as everyone just wanted ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ piece of us. Our name was everywhere, in everyone's mouth, everyone loved us alive but better off dead. Yes your guess is as good as mine, "I AM ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ CHICKEN, I'M PARANOID, ITS CHRISTMAS". I woke up at the crack of dawn this morning and refused to crow. It didn't make sense to me. How would i tell everyone the time has come when my life would soon be over. How would i say to humanity "its time, i'm here come and get me". I hesitated. I felt if i didn't crow, the day would go by and humanity would wake up on the 26th and my neck would be safe, but i was wrong. I was dead wrong. The sun was coming up when i heard another rooster crow. "Oh My Gosh" i screamed, I'm dead. Why did that stupid old man alert everyone. Now I'm dead, i'm done for, I'm doomed, I'm finished. I went into hiding but it did me no good, these humans were too wise, they just knew how to drive me out of hiding. I tried under the car, he turned on the car and drove out. i tried behind the open door, she closed it revealing my feathery ass. I tried in the dogs cage but ran off when the mean animal charged towards me. My life was coming to an end, i could see it but there was nothing i could do about it. I was running around even when nothing was after me. I was paranoid. The whole world was against me. Me and me alone. The smell of death filled the air and this agitated me the more. And then i felt someone was coming, i slowly crept out of the garage just to come face to face with my oga with ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ knife in his hand. I froze, could this be it, we engaged each other in ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ staring match for what seemed like eternity, i tried scuttering to the right but there was his son, to the left was his other son and then i heard ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ bang behind me. The garage door was shut by his wife. ‎​i was trapped i couldn't move, i was shaking so bad my feathers were plucking themselves out. Could this be it. I tried flying off but was rushed by the three mean looking humans. They caught me, laughter filled the air as they were happy at the prospect of eating my flesh. They celebrated singing christmas songs one after the other. Tears filled my tiny dot eyes at the sight of death. I was being led to the slaughter, to the hole where my blood would be buried. In ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ few seconds it would all be over. My dream to become ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ lawyer advocating for chicken rights to live was over. I had failed in my quest, i had failed destiny...."I Am ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ CHICKEN, I'M DEAD, ITS CHRISTMAS"