So, this is my first fictionpress story! It is an interview with my rooster, Nicolai Dobzhansky. I had to write this for school, and thought it would be fun to post this as my first story. :) I was supposed to write this story in my perspective and then the Rooster's perspective, and show the differences in how we thought. :) Hope you like it.

Enjoy and thanks for reading! Leave me a review, thank you!

-Shire from CollieandShire


Interview with a Rooster

my perspective

I answered the door to see my interview subject, and I exclaimed, "Oh, do come in, Mr. Dobzhansky!"

Mr. Dobzhansky scratched his feet against the doormat, and shook the snow off of his red coat. He then shuffled on in.

"Yes, thank you." He said in his thick Russian accent. He smoothed down his coat and followed me to the living room, where I had prepared for our interview.

"You can sit there." I gestured, pointing towards a tiny chair set up on the living room coffee table. Dobzhansky glanced it over, and then climbed into the chair.

I sat down on my father's chair, and pulled out my notebook. "How are you today, Mr. Dobzhansky?"

"Please, call me Nicolai." He said.

"Nicolai." I corrected myself, and he nodded his head with a slight smile.

"I am doing well. I had a little trouble with the girls this morning, but other than that, everything is going fine."

"Girls?" I asked.

"Yes, my girls." He replied. "I have nineteen of them."

"Nineteen?"

Nicolai nodded, pleased with my shocked reaction. "Yes. They're the most wonderful girls in the world." He paused, and frowned. "Except of course when they claim I really did not come from Russia."

"What do you mean?" I inquired as I began to scribble down notes on our talk so far.

"Well, they seem to believe I come from Big R, and I had to explain to them that Russia is the biggest R there is. They just don't seem to understand. They claim I am not Russian, but of course they are wrong. Other than that, and when they pull my tail feathers out, they're really okay."

"So, Nicolai, how does it feel to be president of the Global Coop?"

Nicolai once more smoothed down his coat, and positioned back into place a stray feather. "It feels…good." He answered at last. "We are on a conquest to conquer the rest of the People's yard. So far we have successfully secured the entire chicken yard, but our spies are having a little trouble remembering the correct way out into the rest of the world. My special agent, Tribble, has ventured out many times beyond our boundaries without any problems, but once in a while the People catch her and punish her severely. So far I haven't lost an agent yet, but we've come close a couple of times, especially because of the Horse Kind. The Horse Kind has attempted to stomp out my agents, and has nearly killed special agent Tribble a number of times. But Tribble has narrowly escaped, and has brought me some important information. I cannot reveal this information to you at this time, but once we conquer the world, I shall."

I finished writing down a couple of notes, and then proceeded to the next question. "How is your war on the Feline Kind going?"

"That one I have great hopes for." Nicolai grew excited as he spoke. "The Feline Kind has a spy on their side, who has declared her allegiance to our group. She prefers us to the tyrannical ways of the Feline Kind, and spends most of her days with us. She has told us that the Fat One (a code name I must use, so that no one will know who I am referring to exactly) is terrified of us, though she puts on regularly that she's tough and afraid of nothing. The Stupid One (another code name) we know as a fact is afraid of our kind so much that she will do anything to escape our wrath. Though she is braver, in a way, than the Fat One. She has snuck into our headquarters many a night, in an attempt to take away our children. She has never succeeded, for the People have stopped her every time. So, in short, we have a grand chance at the complete overtake of the world."

"Well, thank you Nicolai, for your time." I said, as I closed my notebook, receiving all the information I needed. "I will show all of this to my mother."

"Wait, you're on the People's Side?" he exclaimed, leaping off the chair. "You're my Master, how could you betray me in this way?"

"Nicolai, this is to help you." I assured the Rooster. "Now she'll understand why you're always trying to escape. This is a good thing."

"Oh, okay." He said, a little bit of doubt in his voice. "If you say so."

I showed the Rooster out the door, and said goodbye. "Well, that's over." I said with a sigh. Than ran off to show my mother the interview.


Nicolai's perspective

I pecked at the door, cocking one leg and standing there, waiting to come in. It was snowing, and I shivered. I hated snow.

The door opened, and there was my reporter friend. "Oh, do come in, Mr. Dobzhansky!" she exclaimed, ushering me in.

I scratched my feet at the doormat and shook the snow off of my coat. I then proceeded to shuffle in, muttering under my breath about how long the reporter had taken to let me in.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you." I quickly said, covering up what I had really been saying.

She gestured towards the living room for me to follow her, and then she pointed towards a tiny chair set up for me on the living room coffee table. "You can sit there." She announced.

I was slightly offended at the small size of the chair, but got into it anyways as the reporter sat down in her father's chair.

She pulled out a notebook and scribbled down the date, than asked, "How are you today, Mr. Dobzhansky?"

"Please, call me Nicolai." I told her.

"Nicolai." She corrected herself, and smiled.

I nodded, and folded my wings. "I am doing well. I had a little trouble with the girls this morning, but other than that, everything is going fine."

"Girls?" she asked as she wrote down my every word. I rolled my eyes. She knew who the girls were, but for the sake of the interview I answered her question.

"Yes, my girls." I replied. "I have nineteen of them."

"Nineteen?" she said in disbelief, looking up.

I nodded, pleased with her shock, even though it was fake. "Yes. They're the most wonderful girls in the world." I paused, and then frowned. "Except of course when they claim I really did not come from Russia."

"What do you mean?" the Reporter inquired as she continued to write it down.

"Well, they seem to believe I come from Big R, and I had to explain to them that Russia is the biggest R there is. They just don't seem to understand. They claim I am not Russian, but of course they are wrong. Other than that, and when they pull my tail feathers out, they're really okay."

"So, Nicolai, how does it feel to be president of the Global Coop?" said she, glancing up from her paper, pencil in hand to write down whatever came from the overflow of my mouth.

I once more smoothed down his coat, and positioned back into place a stray feather. "It feels…good." I answered at last, crossing my legs. "We are on a conquest to conquer the rest of the People's yard. So far we have successfully secured the entire chicken yard, but our spies are having a little trouble remembering the correct way out into the rest of the world. My special agent, Tribble, has ventured out many times beyond our boundaries without any problems, but once in a while the People catch her and punish her severely. So far I haven't lost an agent yet, but we've come close a couple of times, especially because of the Horse Kind. The Horse Kind has attempted to stomp out my agents, and has nearly killed special agent Tribble a number of times. But Tribble has narrowly escaped, and has brought me some important information. I cannot reveal this information to you at this time, but once we conquer the world, I shall."

The Reporter finished writing down a couple of notes, and then proceeded to the next question. "How is your war on the Feline Kind going?"

"That one I have great hopes for." I said, growing excited as I spoke. "The Feline Kind has a spy on their side, who has declared her allegiance to our group. She prefers us to the tyrannical ways of the Feline Kind, and spends most of her days with us. She has told us that the Fat One (a code name I must use, so that no one will know who I am referring to exactly) is terrified of us, though she puts on regularly that she's tough and afraid of nothing. The Stupid One (another code name) we know as a fact is afraid of our kind so much that she will do anything to escape our wrath. Though she is braver, in a way, than the Fat One. She has snuck into our headquarters many a night, in an attempt to take away our children. She has never succeeded, for the People have stopped her every time. So, in short, we have a grand chance at the complete overtake of the world."

"Well, thank you Nicolai, for your time." she said as she closed the notebook to signify the end of our rather short interview. "I will show all of this to my mother."

"Wait, you're on the People's Side?" I shouted, leaping off the chair and putting my neck feathers up in anger. "You're my Master, how could you betray me in this way?"

"Nicolai, this is to help you and all the chickens. Mom is debating on getting rid of you because you're a rooster. " she explained. I gulped at the thought. No rooster wanted to leave the house of the People. "But now she'll understand why you're always trying to escape." She added. "This is a good thing."

"Oh, okay." I said, though the tone of my voice betrayed my doubts. "If you say so."

She showed me to the door, thanking me for my time once more. "I will report to you how it goes." She promised. And with that she shut the door behind me. I sighed, and ruffled my feathers.

"She doesn't love you because you're selfish!" Sang out the Stupid One from the window, who was watching me depart.

"Come and say that to my face." I challenged. Stupid One promptly disappeared from the window in fear.

I walked down the path and towards the Global Coop, wondering what would become of this interview. I do hope this wasn't another one of those random things that Master wanted to put on her fictionpress account for no reason. Somehow I got the feeling that that was exactly what it was.


Hope you liked this random story! To explain a couple of things that Nicolai referred to...

The People is my family, and we kind of got annoyed with the chickens when they escaped.

The Horse Kind is my sister's horse, who likes to chase the chickens when they fly into her yard.

Stupid One is our crazy black and white cat Whitney. She's a nut, hence the reason the chickens call her that. She also likes to steal eggs, which is slightly annoying. :) She is terrified of the chickens, and wont' go near them.

Fat One is our orange cat Muffin. She's a princess, and doesn't like the chickens at all.

The subversive is our black cat Ebony, who loves to sleep with the chickens. I have no idea why, but she spends more time with the chickens than the cats. :)

And Nicolai is convinced that he is the ruler of the world, and we decided that he thinks the world is as far as he can see, which is our property. So we pretend he's out to conquer the world. :D

Hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!

-Shire