The Chicken Who Went to Office

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                        🐔 The Chicken Who Went to Office

Chapter 1: The Job Hunt Begins

It all started when Babu the Chicken got tired of farm life.
"I’m done laying eggs and dodging foxes," Babu clucked. "I want a real job. A desk job. With AC."
So one fine Monday, wearing a red tie and sneakers, Babu caught the bus to the city. Every passenger stared at him.



 

“Excuse me,” said an old man, “are you… a chicken?”
“I was a chicken. I’m a professional now,” Babu replied, adjusting his tie.

Chapter 2: The Interview

Babu applied at “Eggcellent Tech Solutions.” The receptionist, clearly alarmed, whispered into her walkie-talkie.
Still, Babu was called in.
The interviewer, Mr. Raman, adjusted his glasses. “You… lay eggs?”
“Only on weekends.”
“And you’re applying for… software engineer?”
Babu leaned forward confidently. “I pecked code on the farm. HTML. Hen Text Markup Language.”
Mr. Raman laughed so hard he hired Babu on the spot — “for morale,” he said.

Chapter 3: Office Life is Hard

The first day was chaos.
Babu set off the fire alarm by heating corn in the server room.
He mistook a bean bag for a nest and wouldn’t get up.
He pecked the mouse so hard during coding that the screen cracked.
But… he was also the fastest typist. His feathers flew across the keyboard like magic.
Slack messages from Babu:
“Cluck this code is buggy!”
 “Lunch? I brought seeds.”
 “Who put mayo in the fridge?! That’s offensive!”

Chapter 4: Office Party Disaster

At the office party, Babu tried karaoke.
He sang a remix of “Chicken Dance” and “Despacito” — people clapped, some cried, a few resigned.Then came the egg roulette prank. Someone brought real eggs and fakes. Babu sat on one.It exploded — all over the CEO’s pants.Silence.
Then the CEO laughed. “That’s the funniest thing that’s happened here in years.”
He promoted Babu to “Chief Entertainment Officer.”

Chapter 5: The Final Twist

Months passed.
One day, a mysterious investor visited. He turned out to be Babu’s old enemy: Colonel Sanders.
“You’ve gone corporate, Babu,” he said. “But the world needs your recipes.”
Babu leaned back in his office chair. “I don’t cook. I code.”
And with that, he hit “Enter.”
Suddenly, the screen behind him displayed:

“Project CluckNet Activated: Chickens United for World Domination.”

Colonel Sanders fainted.

Moral of the Story:  
Never underestimate a chicken in a tie.

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