It was just another Sunday morning, just like any other. I got up, had a shower then went to the kitchen to have my usual Sunday breakfast of bacon and eggs. I got out the bacon, eggs, milk, frypan and cooking utensils, but what would bacon and eggs be without orange juice so I walked to the fridge and opened it to my horror to see that there was no orange juice left. Words could not explain how I felt. Now I had 2 choices, I could just have water with my bacon and eggs, which would be mildly satisfying at best, or I could go to the supermarket and have the best Sunday breakfast ever.

It would be a long and hard journey but I chose to go to the supermarket. I got dressed and started off to the supermarket, now usually I don’t walk but my car was at the mechanics so on foot was the only option. Walking along I was thinking “this isn’t that bad” but I was only at the start of my journey. At the end of my road there is usually a bridge I can cross and I would be right at the supermarket. I approached the channel and realised that the bridge had been knocked down. This meant only one thing: I had to go the long way. Already I must of walked at least 300-400 metres and my legs were aching but I knew I had already come this far I had to go on. I only had to go a short way around the channel and I’d be there but little did I know there were complications. I looked up ahead to see a lot of people standing outside a sort of tent, trying to get in. This tent was blocking off the whole path.

I walked up to the line of people and wriggled my way to the front of the line and asked the two bouncers if I could get through which they replied that I couldn’t as there was something elite going on inside and if I wanted to get through I’d have to go to the other side of the channel. Not another detour I thought but now my mind wasn’t only on my destination, I was curious about what was inside the tent I could hear lots of yelling and cheering and what sounded like chickens. I asked the bouncer if I could get in, he said $10, and I thought that’s alright I’ll still have enough for orange juice, I could check out what’s going on inside and maybe get through. I paid the bouncer and went in.

I was in heaven, they were having chicken races, it combined my love of athletics and chickens together. Now that I was there I thought I’ve got to have a bet. I placed my remaining money on chicken number 7, chocolate thunder, it was a gamble at odds of 3-1 but I didn’t care at that point I was in pure ecstasy at that place. The race started and finished, chocolate thunder had won and I tripled my money. After the race I realised how stupid the bet was, if I had of lost I wouldn’t of had enough money to get my orange juice.

With my mind back on my goal, I looked for a way out the back but there wasn’t, the only possible way out was out the front entrance. So that’s where I went, out through the front and back on my way to the supermarket. I walked past the bridge and I was getting awfully close to the bend around the channel, I knew as soon as I got around that bend the supermarket would be in sight. I wasn’t feeling all that well I was getting dizzy, my throat was dry, I needed a drink. I couldn’t go much further, but I had to, I started hallucinating, I was seeing giant bottles of orange juice, fountains of it everywhere, I tried to drink some but I couldn’t then I started to fall, down I went and I was out like a light.

I awoke with a startle, someone had thrown water on me, my throat wasn’t dry anymore, and I wasn’t dizzy either. I looked around to see no one was there but I was in different surroundings, I looked around and to my delight I was right in front of the supermarket. I ran inside grabbed the orange juice, paid for it and started back for home.

The trip was so much easier, when I got home the orange juice went straight into the fridge, bacon went straight into the pan and I put the eggs