How I Met Britta

So I'm in like grade 2 okay? i sitting there eating my sandwich, when suddenly this hoard of blood thirsty chickens starts attacking the kids on the monkey bars. This chick in my class named Britta and me are all "we have to save them! well except him cuz hes got cooties!" so Britta whips out glue sticks, rips the caps off and throws them at the wild chickens and exploded. i try to round them up using my semi-automatic crayola-gun. in the end there were dead chickens everywhere and we had chicken soup hot lunch for 2 weeks. they also made a shrine out of me and Britta in the sandbox but the stupid grade 6ers stomped on it.