Here's my short story:
The Great Escape meets ET.
‘Slaughter them,’ said the man wearing green wellies. ‘No, not that one,’ he said, pointing at Guinevere. ‘Needs another week.’
Christmas isn’t the most favourable time for turkeys, so McQueen gobbled. But it was not his fate this year. He was pure white. A breeder.
McQueen had a plan. Free-range in the cherry orchards offered opportunities, especially when there was a broken wire fence in one corner behind the bike sheds.
‘Up for it then?’
Guinevere shook her feathers and wiggled her tail. A near-death experience put things into perspective. ‘Up yours,’ she crowed.
He strutted over. She cackled. They hatched the escape...
A moonless night, she was escorted to the fence. A few pecks by McQueen, a scrabbling of his feet, and she was through.
‘Good luck,’ he gobbled.
Guinevere swore there was a tear in his eye. She aimed for open country - noticed a light, and headed towards it. A garden and a shed.
Gasps of surprise. Guinevere opened an eye. A boy was looking at her. He smiled.
‘Hey, don’t be scared. I’m Elliott.’
McQueen’s escape was legendary - but in this story, Elliott’s shed is home for him, Guinevere, Jenny and Jake…