You wiggle, trying to break your bonds, but that farmhand knew what he was doing...You're absolutely helpless. A few minutes later, he returns with a cute, redheaded farmhand. They lift you up, and slowly slide you into the hot oven...A few minutes after the door closes, you pass out from the heat....and you don't wake up.


Hours later, the family and the two farmhands are sitting around the table, enjoying their newly expanded waistlines. Various side dishes are scattered around the table, but the centerpiece is a big chicken's skeleton, picked clean of all meat...the farmer congratulates the farmhand on a job well done. And as for you? Well...you made a very fine feast!