John was... different, not at all like the other chickens. Everyone teased him constantly. This was a well known fact among the residents of the chicken farm. His small size and golden-chestnut color made him a subject of gossip, and the easiest chicken to make fun of.

"Whats wrong with John?" The others whispered and snickered. "Does he think he's better then the rest of us?"

They laughed at him. "Haw haw haw!"

John glanced at the chickens laughing at him. They where bullies. They where popular, beautiful, and Thomas had chosen to sit next to them all the time. They where siblings, the Schuyler sisters. One was a dark chocolate brown, one was white with brown spots, one was the color of sand.

The Schuyler sisters used to be John's friends, until they turned mean. John never understood why. John sighed.

"This simple little chicken farm is way too complicated for me. Its time for me to fly," John said.

And taking a deep breath, John bravely stepped outside the safety of the fence. Chickens rushed towards the fence, pointing at him with their wings and exchanging whispers. John marched towards the woods, ignoring them as he moved further away.

The rooster was devastated. He worried for John, what if the most beautiful chicken died? Thomas knew John would die out there in the wild, the deep dark woods had monsters roaming through the under growth. The Schuyler sisters where worried too. 

They silently wished John good travels, and that he dies happily. The Schuyler's went inside the barn, and sat together. They wished they could have gone back in time and changed all the terrible things they had done to John.

But they where never going to see him again.