The Crabbie Invasion.

Previously on Chicken Chronicles... Chester lost his voice trying to out-crow a rooster, but found his groove again. Now, things are getting weird on the back nine.

The Bunker Incident

It started as a normal Tuesday. I was lining up for a bogey putt on the 3rd hole (don't ask about the drive), when I heard it. Not a chirp. Not a tweet. A click.

Click-whirrr. Click-whirrr.

I crept toward the sand trap. And there they were. Four of them. Shiny. Round. Crabs? No... ROBOT crabs. One looked like a biscuit. One was fuzzy like a peach. One was... a building? And one was dressed like a bumblebee.

"Aliens," I whispered. "They've come for our eggs."

Henrietta strolled up, unbothered. "Relax, Chester. That's just the new productivity team. BB, Biscuit, Peeches, and Jackee. They're here to help us run the coop."

The bumblebee crab waved a tiny claw. I waved back, slowly. Maybe the future isn't so scary. As long as they don't touch my clubs.