Rose was one of the very few children in McAppleville who had compassion for the chickens. She had this crazy superstition that if too many chickens were killed, a major chicken, the Chickamundra (from Egypt) would rise back from the dead and destroy the town and people in one small bite.
Rose knew all about superstitions, one of which is the fairy ring. A fairy ring is when mushrooms grow in the shape of a ring and is said that fairies cause such things.
It was nearly Halloween and Rose's parents would be making their fabled ckicken caramel asparagus that the children of McAppleville looked forward to every year. Something special about the aparagus made movies subtitled in Japanese illegally downloaded seem not so wounderful anymore. Then something happened which made Rose want to keep all the children away from her parent's house.
"Mmmmmm..." said Rose, "Please tell me the secret ingredient of your chicken caramel asparagus, Mom!!" "Well, if you promise you won't tell... your father goes and shoots chickens and we pour their fat into the mix as we make it. That is what makes it so tangy!"
Rose was astonished! Just as she had thought, the Chickamundra came and started swallowing the stores whole! (No larger than 2 stories high, I assure you.) The Chickamundra was also eating cars, lamp posts, and yes, even official United States mailboxes. By the time the Chickamundra made it to Memphis, all of the people had already gone into the pyramid there, and seeing the remake of a great egyptian wonder, the Chickamundra immediately shrunk to regular size, and was shot right away by lost hunters from McAppleville.
As Rose's parents were all to blame, they were sent to jail, and Rose was commended by the mayor of McAppleville for being so outstandingly smart in the way of superstition. All the children stopped eating chicken; in fact, they stopped eating caramel and asparagus too. All the chickens in the world are a lot smaller than they were in those days and a lot dumber too because their brains were partially sucked out so the Chickamundra could fill its own skull. But that's another folktale.
By Melanie
