The Day I Became the Chicken Runner

The day I accidentally became the neighborhood hero for the wrong reason Okay,

so this happened a few months ago, and my friends still refuse to let me forget it.

I was home alone, minding my business, when I heard this loud scream outside. Not a normal scream,

the kind that makes you think, "Yep, this is how the horror movie starts."

I ran outside ready to help, or at least pretend to. I saw my neighbor

jumping around, shouting and pointing at something near her door. I thought it was

a thief or a snake. Nope. It was a chicken. A regular, confused-looking

chicken. Trying to act brave, I said, "Don't worry, I got this."