Once upon a time there was a chicken named Gertrude. "It is Saturday!" Then Gertrude thought a minute, and decided today, she was going to have ice cream for breakfast. She did, then went outside. There were zombies! She clucked and ran.

She ran and ran and finally saw a beauty shop, and she ran in there, and got her feathers done. She paid the man five dollars, then went back outside, and found out that the zombies had slowly followed her.

"Eek! Cluck cluck, eek cluck!" Gertrude hollered! She ran home, and then got mad. Zombies had messed up her house! "I am mad!" clucked Gertrude.

"CLUCK!"

"I hate you zombies!" and with that, Gertrude started to peck and scratch the zombies until they said "argh, no, argh" and walked away. Then Gertrude withdrew into her house. She looked around at the mess, scratched at it a little bit, and fell back on her couch. She clucked softly to herself for a little bit, then decided it was time to get to sleep.

The next morning Gertrude woke up, cleaned her house, and did her homework. Then Gertrude checked her email and discovered she had one from the zombies. They had written "argh, we are sorry, argh, let's be friends, argh, we apologize, argh, we want to be friends, argh, bye."

Gertrude thought about it for minute, then replied, "Alright, we will be friends, but don't mess up my house anymore."

Later in the day, the zombies came over and gave Gertrude a present, and she decided she was having a great day.