Jeff put up quite a fight, kicking and scratching at the giant who was swiping at him. He flapped his wings and tried to fly, which didn't work but did kick dust and down into the farmer's face. The man was an expert, though, and soon had Jeff pinned to the floor by the neck. Jeff felt a strange sensation coming over him as his chicken body started to relax and his mind went strangely foggy.
After a moment of inducing tonic immobility in his catch, the farmer lined up the axe with the rooster's neck.
'Sawree boi,' the farmer muttered, 'it's better for ye this way.'
Jeff's mind snapped back into shape as he heard those words. Before he could react, however-
-THWIP-
-GLUDGE!-
A cold chill ran through Jeff's soul.
The axehead was buried in the ground.
Jeff could feel its cold steel against his neck.
Inside his neck.
Through his neck.
The felt the farmer lift up his head. He could see his body bleeding, open-necked below him. What was happening!?
The farmer casually threw the head aside, over the pen and into the yard.
Jeff couldn't move. He saw an excited dog come bounding over.
'Christ, no!' Jeff screamed in his immobile, severed head.
The dog claimed its prize and made a meal of the severed chicken head.
Jeff could feel the dog's sharp teeth break through his skull, mulching his brain, dislodging an eye...
Strangely, he could also feel hands wrapping around his body, which was being carried away.
'Giddaway from that!' A sharp call stopped the dog. A chickenhead might choke it.
Jeff, begging for the sweet release of death, mentally sobbing, felt the sickening sensation of his partialy chewed head being spat onto the ground be the obediant dog.
He felt his exposed remains baking in the sun as the dog left him and followed its owner.
He felt his body being placed on a warm wooden surface.
He saw a snowshovel scooping up his head, his vision blurred and blinking in and out as his remains were handled.
He felt the painful sensation of his feathers being plucked from his body.
He saw fire. His head was tossed into a bonfire. He felt the flames, burning his head.
He felt cold steel against his knees. THWACK! He felt his feet and calves severed from his thighs.
As his head burned, he felt it become charcoal, his vision faded. Was he finally going to die? Would the fire release his spirit?
Alas, no. Jeff could see a kitchen.
He was eye-level with the tabletop upon which he was laying.
Though, he had no eyes.
He was seeing from the remaining neck of the chicken-body, which was being prepared for dinner.
He felt hands grab on to what was left of his thighs and spread them apart, exposing his ass.