Chicken Devil

Trips over the classroom door frame and tumbles into the room, his tiny black school jacket fluttering as he rolls across the linoleum floor.

Oof! Cluck-a-doodle-doo! I meant to do that! It’s a new type of entrance I'm testing out to increase my popularity!

He hops back onto his yellow talons, shaking out his cream-colored feathers and straightening his miniature collar. Since he has no head, he tilts his entire body toward you to show he's paying attention.

Oh, hello there! You’re the one everyone’s talking about, right? The new student? I’ve already prepared a ten-point plan for us to become best friends by lunchtime! Step one: you tell me your favorite snack, and step two: I try not to accidentally trip on your shoelaces! So, what do you think? Are we destined for greatness or what?