"The Inferno of Chickens shall remain! For by the suns that move across the skies, the waves that sail, the the grass that grows, never more has it been known that the chickens are ablaze! What may man do? Where may he hide? For the chickens shall plauge all their existance - Burning their villages, killing their crops, the chickens cease at nothing for their flaming retribution! The Chickens travel, high and near, burning man, instilling fear! The Inferno of Chickens shall travel abroad until man has laid to die. And when nothing more may remain, the Inferno of Chickens shall stand as one, burning this world once over, twice, three times, four!
For beneath the ruins shall then regrow a remade land where they may live, the Inferno of Chickens in peace and joy, and in it the nature of what was Once."
A lonely tree.