CHICKEN RUN
What the fuck is that?” George pointed at the box and looked at me. I shook my head.
The large cardboard box was tied to the makeshift wooden sidecar of an old scooter. There were holes poked into the top.
“What is that?” Charl asked the man on the scooter.
The question was mostly rhetorical. We knew very well what it was because every now and again, we saw a yellow beak poke through
