A few years ago I went on a vacation to Kauai, an island paradise, or so it’s called. Though Kauai doesn’t seem that far from California, it takes quite a long time to fly there. When we reached Kauai, I was assaulted by a barrage of disorderly smells. Though that may sound violent, it was actually quite beautiful. There were so many different types of flora and fauna. I saw tropical fish, exotic birds, and a couple of mongoose, though the one animal that stood out the most was the chicken. Some people call them sprites, some people call them seraphs, and some just call them lunch, but whatever you call them just remember, what something appears to be may be different from reality.

The reason the chicken was so conspicuous was that there was hundreds of them. They were everywhere. It was exciting, horrifying, brilliant, and deafeningly loud. The chickens were not afraid of anything. They went up to people and stole food right off their plates. We were literally surrounded by flustered foul.

They pecked my group, my mom, sister, grandpa, grandma, aunt, uncle, and I, with their sharp beaks and clawed at us. One of my favorite shirts was full of holes by the end of the day. By the time we exited the airport every one of us was covered in cuts and scratches. No one, that I know, of was seriously injured. After that ordeal we all rested at home, which was a small house that we were renting while down there. When we arrived at the house, my family laughed and sad that I could be a saint, on account of me being so "Hole-y."

On the third day we went to the beach. It was awesome: the ocean was like a rolling plain of sparkling blue water. My grandparents had brought some snorkeling gear, and we snorkeled for a while. Then, after my sister and I got bored, we made a small sandfort. A sandfort is a sandcastle in which someone, instead of focusing on the architectural aspects, they instead focus on the defensive ones, the walls, moats, and canals surrounding the fort. We were half way through the second canal when our grandparents decided to drive around Kauai.
During our drive we saw a destroyed chicken house next to a gas station. When we stopped to get gas we asked the store employee what had happened to that chicken house. He said that a hurricane had destroyed the house and many on it around the island. I asked if that was why there were so many chickens running wild around the island. He replied saying that the houses were destroyed and that the chickens survived and have been breed out in the wild ever since.

Once our car was filled with gas, the employee told my grandfather a story about his wife. He said that his wife was here during the hurricane. She was not directly in its path, but a ways away, though it was close enough to scare her senseless. He said that she saw the fowl beasts rain down from the sky as bouts of wind buffeted her and the buildings around her. Debris was flung at her from all directions. It was a miracle that she escaped with only one gash on her leg.
On the last three days we decided to go to the plantations and ranches. On the last day my mom, sister, grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle and I saw adorable piglets and baby cows. A man behind us laughed in a gravelly voice as the piglets played with some chicks and chickens. At that moment the wind picked up and blew some chickens from a neighboring pen on to the buss. We were told too keep still until the wind died down. We waited for awhile but they just kept on falling. We ended up waiting for twenty minutes until the chickens left. Apparently a few of them actually slashed two of the tires preventing us from just driving away, so we had to cut our tour short and walk back.
The next day we packed up and flew home, with no more incidents involving our feathered friends. Thus our vacation ended, and even if our vacation was full intrepid chickens they did in fact make the trip more enjoyable because no one was seriously hurt, after every attack we ended up laughing and the chickens gave my family an interesting story to tell, showing that even though they appeared to be mean and ruthless in reality they actually made our trip more enjoyable.