It was a beautiful summer day, and the sun was shining brightly as Emily, Jack, and their friends gathered at the local park to play a game of Frisbee. As they tossed the disc back and forth, they noticed a strange man walking towards them, wearing a bright purple suit and a top hat.
"Who's that weirdo?" Emily whispered to Jack.
"I have no idea," Jack replied, squinting at the approaching figure.
As the man got closer, they could see that he had a bushy mustache and a big smile on his face. He introduced himself as the Great Zoltar, a traveling magician.
"I have a special trick to show you all today," Zoltar announced, pulling a small, shiny box out of his pocket. "I will now make this Frisbee disappear!"
The group of friends watched in amazement as Zoltar waved his hands over the box and made the Frisbee vanish into thin air. They clapped and cheered, impressed by the magician's skill.
But things took a turn for the absurd when Zoltar decided to perform another trick. He asked for a volunteer from the group, and Emily eagerly raised her hand. Zoltar instructed her to close her eyes and hold out her arms, and then he placed a live chicken in her hands.
"Ta-da!" he exclaimed. "Now open your eyes and behold, a chicken has appeared out of nowhere!"
Emily's eyes flew open and she let out a scream as the chicken flapped its wings and squawked, startling everyone. The chicken managed to escape from Emily's grasp and flew around the park, causing chaos as it chased after the Frisbee and pecked at people's feet.
The Great Zoltar was so amused by the chicken's antics that he couldn't stop laughing.
"Oh my, I didn't expect that to happen!" he chuckled as he chased after the chicken, trying to catch it.
The group of friends joined in the pursuit, running around the park as the chicken led them on a wild goose chase. Eventually, they managed to catch the chicken and return it to its owner, who had been frantically searching for it.
As they said goodbye to the Great Zoltar and returned to their game of Frisbee, they couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of it all. It had been a truly unforgettable day, filled with magic, laughter, and, of course, a runaway chicken.
Meanwhile, do you think Zoltar's tricks are genuine?
I should also add this;
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I saved this story in my draft not knowing exactly what to do with it, until today. I sincerely hope it's appropriate for the community. If it's not, please tell me (the comments)how to handle it next time. Lastly, I haven't written a fictional story in ages, but my interest was rekindled after reading some of
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