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Ring-around-the Rosie,
A Pocket full of Posy,
Ashes,
Ashes,
We all fall down.

-Nursery Rhyme

That wasn't any act of God.
That was an act of pure human fuckery.

-The Stand, Stephen King


January 3, 1918
Fort Riley, Kansas, USA

A fox crept along the fence that contained the chickens, controlling its breathing. Any sound would alert either the chickens, or the humans. Those humans had high grade weapons here.
It crossed a small trough of water, to a hole in the fence the size of a man's fist. Through the hole, the fox forced its head. Then shoulders and the rest followed. The fence barely rattled, not even alerting the fox.

It hobbled along diagonally across the pen to the chicken coop. The Fox lifted its nose and whiffed the air, letting in the succulent smell of chicken, ready for the consuming.
Pit-Pat! Pit-Pat! The Fox trotted up the wooden plank leading to a buffet of poultry. Bird surrounded him on every side.

Oddly enough, he waited, silently to select his first target. A brilliant rooster slept secluded, wheezing like a dying comrade on the roadside. The Fox licked its chops, smacking its maw together like it was fantasizing eating the chicken.

The fox sat back on its haunches, and pounced.

The Cock had little time to respond before the fox's maw had closed down upon its jugular vein. The hens awoke cawing loudly, rustling their feathers, and taking flight. The foxes darted for the exit followed by frenzied fowl. The fox squeezed through the hole, and attempted the pull the rooster through. The cock turned out to be too fat for the hole it was entering.

Thinking quickly, it dug under the hole, and pulled the fat rooster through the hole, escaping with its query. Men came out to inspect what had been taken, and the fox was long gone. The farmer did not see the enlarged hole in his fence, and presumed the cock had been taken by one of those damn local kids.
After the farmer reentered the house, a stray dog ambled upon the scene, examining the gaping hole.

When the morning came, every single chicken was dead.
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Yes, I am going to have much fun with this TL, what with the innuendo, and all.

This is massacre is a POD with a world without __________. It was so ingenious, I wondered how someone else hadn't come up with the idea.

Comments, critiques, and flames are welcome.
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