For writing, we have been doing a theme of mythological creatures. For this writing task, we had to make our own mythological creature and write about it. There was a minimum requirement set by our teacher of 3 paragraphs, and at the end, I ended up writing 6 paragraphs. I wrote more of a story on how my creature became what it is, and my creature is called…
Chickenstein! The Chickenstein’s story starts here.
Chickenstein
On a sunny day, I decided to have a cheese picnic. I found a moldy piece of cheese in the fridge, so I threw it out the window for the chickens to eat. Unfortunately, a baby chick, called Leg-peace, pecked at everything to try what it tasted like but was lactose intolerant.
A chicken with lactose intolerance is pretty rare, but due to smoke from a factory, Leg-peace was born 99.99% earlier than she was supposed to be. You see, what happened was her mother got a sickness from her previous owner working in a factory. Her owner brought her to the factory every day, and she wandered off. She snuck off curiously into a room of lung warming smoke. She laid an egg, which hatched a second after it was laid. Leg-peace came early to the world.
Leg-peace’s mother’s owner couldn’t keep the both of them, so they were given up free for adoption. I walked past the box containing them and thought it would be cool to adopt more chicken. They now live with me in the yard with my other pet chicken. If you are wondering how I know this information on Leg-peace and her mother, they came in a box with papers with their backstory.
Back in my backyard, Leg-peace ate a piece of that cheese, and due to lactose intolerance, she turned into a monster. She growled a noise that nobody can ever recognize and her white fluffy, silky feathers turned into unsmooth yeti fur with a murky algae colour. Her fur was a lot rougher than before, and her size was definitely more than ten times the size of her original self. Her wings are as humongous and strong as thunderstorm clouds and her newly grown teeth as sharp as the great white shark’s. She grew horns that seem like extra emergency teeth, but only much bigger. She had Big Foot’s feet, and her legs are just as powerful. Her face is the most bizarre thing to look at, and her breath is the smell of, need I say, the moldy cheese I threw out the window.
The other animals got away from this disastrous creature, including Leg-peace’s mother. Most of them flew, like natural birds. Weird thing is that our ducks and chickens supposedly cannot fly. Sad thing is that apart from my pet birds flying, even our pigs were. I had used the expression to a lot of people “When pigs fly”, but pigs were flying right now.
Leg-peace flew with them. She tried to catch up with her mother, but her mother flew like lightning. I called Leg-peace to me, and she dived. She looked at me, and I didn’t dare to look back. My heart raced and it was freaky. My mind whirred and there was a bomb about to land on me. I knew it was only my own pet. The most bizarre of all was her outlook. She landed on me like a nice warm blanket. Then she died because that was actually a severe allergic reaction. From that day on, people thought I was kidding and called this creature Chickenstien. The Chickenstein is now to this day widely known as a legendary mythological creature, haunting the streets of ice in winter time.
My mythological creature is more of a hybrid of a yeti and a flying chicken. As told in the story, it is really friendly otherwise I’d probably be eaten. What do you imagine for your mythological creature to look like and act like?