“The chicken and the frog?”
“Yes, the chicken is an emissary of the Pope.”
“His Eminence sought to parley with many animals over this past year - hoping to coerce their tiny minds. He tried to control their scattered ways. It was you yourself Franco, that inspired his persistent obsession. He had the chicken implanted into your brood. A soothsayer had counselled him that the hen could talk in plain speak, when returned to him. The Pope was hopeful in this, and waits greedily.”
“But who would tell him that the chicken could talk?”
“It was I,” said the Hode blandly.
“To what end brother?” asked Francis bemused by the thought.
“Well, it's a little complex, but the short of it is that the old Pope was vexed with your talents and had set out to test your mettle - your authenticity - your true pious standing … and if I had not stepped in, someone who did not know you so well may have misrepresented your calling.”
“I see”, said Francis appreciatively.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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