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Diary of a Chicken Battle Steed – Book 1
**Over 12,000 words of kid-friendly fun!**
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When you think of the rare ‘Chicken Jockey’, have you ever heard the CHICKEN’S story?
Wild and free spirited, this chicken liked her normal life of eating seeds, running around in the grasslands, and playing in the river. But unlike the other chickens in her flock, she was bored!
Her life was about to change when a strange and small zombie knight named Sir Zebulon chose her to be his chicken battle steed and named her ‘Cluckington’. And now, this highly independent chicken would try everything to get rid of the zombie knight who took over her life. Would she ever find her freedom? Or would she grow to respect the gallant Sir Zebulon and his knight’s code?
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Diary of a Chicken Battle Steed – Book 2
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Off to kill an evil witch!!
Now that Cluckington is safe from the Steve, and she’s realized how much she values the brave and strange Sir Zebulon the Zombie Knight, they’re off to meet up with a stinky zombie and a weird skeleton with glowing eyes to kill an evil witch–whatever that is…
But when the zombie’s terrifying creature–what Sir Zebulon calls a cat–seems to be interested in nothing more than making a meal out of Cluckington, how will she be a good mount for her master and keep moving, focused on his mission, with a ferocious feline ambushing her at every turn??
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Diary of a Chicken Battle Steed – Book 3
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An unexpected RACE for treasure!
After leaving the weird skeleton, the stinky zombie, and the evil kitty cat behind, Cluckington is taking Sir Zebulon back east to the place he calls home. But past a nasty swamp and a foreboding jungle, the duo come across a strange and unexpected sight–a haunting stranger with glowing white eyes offering a spectacular footrace for an amazing prize! All mobs are invited to join the race, and a flaming diamond sword to the winner is something too awesome for Sir Zebulon to pass up!
The zombie knight and his trusty chicken battle steed feel confident that they can win! But when a mean zombie pigman jockey from the Nether starts playing dirty and cheating, will Cluckington still be able to overcome the odds and win the race??
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Diary of a Chicken Battle Steed – Book 4
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The Rescue of Sir Zebulon
Cluckington the brave battle chicken stands staring at the Nether Portal where the scoundrel pigmen just kidnapped Sir Zebulon and took him away into who-knows-where! She follows her master into the fire and brimstone world full of terrifying creatures, determined to bring him back, but how long will she have to find him before the portal home disappears??
What’s a chicken to do, surrounded by hostile pigmen in a strange and fiery land? Through perilous terrain and past hot lava and creepy mobs she’s never seen before, will Cluckington ever be able to find the pigmen camp where her master is held prisoner? And even if she does reach Sir Zebulon through the many aggressive guards, how are the two of them going to get back home with all of the zombie pigmen in the area hunting them down?
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THIS SERIES HAS A BOX SET!
(Books 1-4)
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Books 1-4 of the “Chicken Battle Steed” Minecraft Diary Book Series in ONE!!!
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Book One Preview
So where do I begin?
I’m a chicken. Bawk bawk. Ha ha.
I guess a good day to start with was just before I met Sir Zebulon, the zombie knight.
As a chicken, my days were pretty simple—though not quite as simple as those of my fellow chickens. While the other chickens in my flock were content to hop and scratch around the prairie all day long, waking up, pecking for food, clucking away, then going to sleep again, I wanted more.
In the morning, like any other morning, I walked out onto the open plains with my sisters, to see what seeds we could find in the early dew-kissed grass.
All around us, zombies and skeletons from the night before caught on fire and burned up as wandering, moaning pillars of flame. Sometimes one or two of them made it to the safety of the shadows under the trees, but today wasn’t one of those days.
Watching the zombies burn up was something interesting I looked forward to every day. It’s not like I was a weird chicken. I didn’t like to see things die or anything. But seeing the flames and the scrambling undead was something exciting, and always different.
I lived in a large valley in a place that Skeleton Steve (who I would meet later) would call ‘extreme hills’. There were huge, sheer cliffs of solid stone on either side of the valley, and the sides of the big field rose up into hills between them. I knew that a herd of cows lived on one side, and a group of pigs oinked and wandered around the other.
As the sun went up, the zombies in the valley were the first to burn up. Later in the morning, the sun would finally light up the area under the huge eastern cliff, which stayed in shadow for a while, and the zombies there would burn up too.
So I spent the mornings scratching at the grass, eating grass seeds, and watching the burning undead.
Today, I found a bug! At least, I thought it was a bug. It was a long, silver creature, with spines around its head, and it hissed when it moved at times. All of the other chickens were terrified, and did their best to stay out of its way. But I was curious!
It wasn’t quite as big as I was, but it was definitely too big for me to eat. I wondered what it tasted like. And it was fast! As I chased the big, silver bug, I could feel the wind ruffling my feathers, and I felt great. I loved to run. I could really book it! My scaly chicken feet could really grip the ground, and my legs were strong, and I could move fast.
All across the plain, I chased the silver bug. Sometimes, it stopped, and hissed at me, like it was trying to tell me to stay away. That it would bite me if I approached. And I didn’t doubt it. Even though it was smaller than me, even though I was very curious about the bug, and what it tasted like, I felt like it might be dangerous. But that didn’t stop me. I chased it all the way to the tree line, and it disappeared into the shadows.
I wondered where it was going. If it had a plan. Or if it was just a weird, ugly bug wandering around the extreme hills…
No matter.
I spent more of the afternoon running. In the heat of the day, I loved to exercise hard, to make my legs work and get stronger. Faster. To feel the wind flowing through my feathers and across my face!
And then, when it became too hot, and I was almost worn out, I’d head to the river across the plain to cool off in the water.
Aah…
When I hopped into the water, floating above the blocks of sand just below my feet, I felt cool and happy.
The other chickens looked at me like I was bonkers, but I didn’t care! I was the weird one that runs around like a crazy chicken every afternoon and plays in the water. The other chickens didn’t like going in the water. But it felt great to me, so I did.
As the sun started going down, turning the sky orange before the stars began peeking out of the dark night, I walked around the field, scratching the grass blocks and eating seeds.
When it was truly dark, I walked back to the safety of the forest, and settled down between the bushes to sleep for the night. Out across the dark plain, I could see the zombies plodding around again. Thump thump thump, went their zombie feet. Skeletons’ bones clattered as they wandered around looking for victims.
Such was life in the extreme hills.
In the morning, I ran down into the valley to find more grass seeds. The air was cool, and the brisk wind fluttered my feathers. Behind me, the other chickens wandered down to the field in a flock. I ran fast and beat them all!
As the sun rose and filled the world with light, I watched the zombies and skeletons stuck in the daylight burn, as I scratched at the ground and ate seeds.
When my belly was full, and all of the undead were gone, I ran across the valley and up into the hills where the cows spent the day.
For a little while, I had fun running around the lumbering brown and white beasts, darting in between their legs and under them to make them moo and stumble. The other chickens stayed down in the valley, scratching at the ground and eating seeds.
After a while, I was bored with the big, slow animals, and I looked for a nice rock outcropping—some sort of launch point from where I could try to fly back down to the valley.
Yes, I know that chickens can’t fly.
But knowing that never stopped me from trying! Sometimes, I felt like going up the hill, taking a running start, and leaping into the air!
When I found a good spot for jumping, I aimed for the valley where the other chickens wandered around filling their fat bellies, then ran down to the rock outcropping as fast as my chicken legs would take me.
Wings out, with a powerful jump, I launched into the air!
The wind was intense, beating at my face and ruffling through my feathers, as I stretched out my little chicken wings, and beat them furiously to stay in the sky.
“Bawk!” I cried, as I fluttered my wings and glided down into the valley.
The other chickens looked at me like I was crazy, but I had no idea that someone else was watching me as well…
Later in the afternoon, I sprinted around for a while, then cooled down in the river again.
After eating more seeds in the cool evening, I retired back to the forest for the night.
That’s when he came along.
As the random zombies and skeletons appeared down in the valley below, I was approached by a small zombie. Very short. Like a baby zombie. Hardly bigger than me.
He was dressed in a light blue shirt and dark blue pants, a lot like the other zombies I see every night, but his shirt was tucked in neatly, and his clothes appeared to be mostly clean. Over his body, he wore a small leather breastplate, and had a leather helmet on his head. In his hand was a funny, wooden sword.
“Greetings, mighty chicken!” the little zombie said. For how small he was, and how high-pitched his voice was, that voice was big, and he bellowed his words with confidence! “I am Sir Zebulon, the zombie knight, and I come bearing you a gift!”
The little zombie opened a small, green hand full of … seeds!
Oh, goodness, goodness me!!
I was so happy to have this gift of a snack in the dark!
Leaping to my feet, I approached Sir Zebulon fearlessly, and ate the seeds from his hand. He sheathed his wooden sword at his side, and pet my head. His little green fingers smoothed my feathers.
What a nice zombie, I thought. Whatever he wanted, I was sure it was a good idea. After all, he gave me seeds!
What a nice guy.
“Oh, great chicken,” he said, with his bellowing voice. “I have watched you from afar as you went about your day, a chicken among chickens. Such bravery! Such athleticism! You are so strong and fast—surely you deserve so much more out of life than just eating seeds with your flock in this small valley!”
“Bawk,” I said. He wasn’t lying!
“I am a knight in need of a partner in battle! A loyal steed to help me uphold the weak and defend mobkind from their oppressors! And I have determined that you, brave chicken, are destined to be my battle steed!”
“Bawk?” I said. Come again? What was he talking about? Steed? What was a steed? Mobkind? Battle?
He laughed, a large, bellowing laugh that was much bigger than the little belly that created it.
“Ha haaa! Then you agree!”
Suddenly, Sir Zebulon pulled back the gift of seeds, grasped my wings with both of his little hands, and vaulted himself onto my back, swinging one leg over!
The little guy was sitting on me!
I squirmed immediately, trying to shake the small creature off, but he held firm, and ran his little, green fingers through my feathers. The gesture relaxed me.
What in the world was he doing on my back? Did he think he could just ride me around?
“Noble steed,” Sir Zebulon said, steadying me. “I am a knight, and a man of my word. We are destined to be knight and steed, together. So I vow to you, to take care of you and be open with you for the rest of your life. I vow to be patient and tolerant with you! To never be harsh with you. To never allow harm to come to you, and to defend you, as you will defend me when you bear me into our battles. As my charge, I will defend you unto death! I promise to help you in any way I can, and to be a kind and good master…”
His words were soothing to me somehow, but in the back of my mind, I screamed for freedom! How dare he just ‘choose’ me and take over? How was it his choice that I became his ‘steed’, and leave my pleasant life here in the valley?
I liked my life!
Sure, it was boring sometimes, but I could run, and swim, and glide down the hillside. And I could eat as much as I wanted, and watch the zombies burn in the mornings.
“Chicken, you will need a name,” the knight said. “I will hereby call you … Cluckington!”
What?!
“Let’s ride, Cluckington!” Sir Zebulon bellowed into the night. And controlling me with his heels, he compelled me to run deep into the forest, as if by magic.
And I left my boring life in the valley behind.
We rode through the night and into the morning. I had no idea where I was going, but Sir Zebulon seemed to have a plan.
“You are indeed a fast steed, Cluckington!” the knight said, as I propelled us through the forest, zipping around trees and sprinting across valleys and grassy fields. “It is our destiny to do great things together, you’ll see!”
In the morning, we stopped for a while, and he produced another handful of seeds for me to eat.
I had to admit—it was a lot easier eating seeds from his hand than scratching at the ground and pulling them out of grass seed pods a one at a time!
A few times over the course of the day, I tried to shake and jump and buck the zombie knight off of my back, but he was a pro at riding chickens it seemed, and I couldn’t get rid of him! Whenever I bucked my chicken back and flapped my wings to dislodge him, he only laughed his knightly laugh and patted my head. Ran his fingers through my feathers. Fed me more seeds.
Being a chicken battle steed as Sir Zebulon called it was definitely going to be a different life! Some things were better. The most time-consuming part of my day—trying to eat—was now as easy as pie! The knight would give me food freely whenever I wanted it. He seemed to know when I wanted it.
But I didn’t feel free.
I was running a lot, and felt the wind through my feathers, just like I did back home. But back in the valley, I ran when I wanted to, and did it for fun, for myself. Now, I ran when he wanted me to!
I had to get rid of this little zombie knight. This little green creep who thought he’d just show up and upset my life and make me his slave. No way!
When we stopped for the night, I began plotting my next move…
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