Curry Chicken for the soul.

' Hey honey, are you ready to wake up. Its probably going to be a killing business day today,' said David. 'Carol looked so beautiful and at peace while she slept,' David thought.

Carol lazily opened her eyes to find David smiling. Carol was the smartest in her lot and a vital stats to kill for. David looked very smart and had toned muscles at requisite places that made sure most of the cocks stayed away from Carol.
'You know how the system works. We are the only dying hope for our little ones,' David said. He was right as usual.

David and Carol had been together for past two months at a suburban poultry farm. They had 4 little chicks who would soon grow up to become whats inevitable in lives of most of the chicken -- end up being stewed, grilled or barbecued.

David could sense for the past 2/3 days that their time would soon come. He was scared, yet stern. Carol was petrified of going under the butcher's knife nevertheless she had long ago accepted her fate to be on a humans plate, along side or marinated along with David.

The Farm hands came to pick them up, just like David had anticipated, for the big past that night. David and Carols shrieks could neither reach farm hand's ears, which were used to such powerless tantrums nor the horizon and God beyond it.
David and Carol did not die together. Unfortunately Carol had to witness the entire process (done to David) first before it was her turn.

Under the butcher's knife the only thought in Carol's mind was 'Our afterlives would be spiced up after death has done us into parts.'

Chicken for the people...
Chicken of the people...
Chicken by the people...