Benny the Nazi Chicken

Benny: Um, John.
John: (Ignores Benny)
Benny: (pecks on John’s shoulder)
John: (brushes off Benny) Not now. I’m busy playing a game.
Benny: (pecks harder on John’s shoulder) Listen to me!
John: (quits game and looks at Benny) What?! I was winning that game!
Benny: You haven’t updated my blog in a while.
John: I know. I’ve been meaning to get to it.
Benny: Well, I think you should write something.
John: I will.
Benny: When?
John: Soon
Benny: How soon?
John: Soon, I said.
Benny (pecks on John’s ear, drawing blood): Listen to me! I had fun on my many excursions and I want everyone to know how much fun I had. I would write about it myself, but you have fingers, which is a lot quicker than my “hunt and peck” method. So you will write about my experiences NOW!
John: Fine. But don’t think this is over. Should I write about our weekend at the Highland Games in the Q.C. or continue the saga of our getaway to Chicagoland or the Wild West.
Benny: Yes.
John: That’s not an answer!
Benny: (with scary eyes glaring at me, wings spread wide for scary dramatic effect) It IS an answer! You will write about all of them.
John: OK
Benny: NOW!
John: I said OK. (mutters to self) Chicken Nazi.
Benny: What was that?
John: Nothing. I’ll finish the weekend in Chicago, just because I’ll have one excursion done. Then I’ll write about the QC Highland Game experience. Then I’ll continue the Wild West. Man, you’re worse than Kathy and Ellen!