Chapter 1. Present Day: Lone Tree
A sense of unease was building in the town by the lake. No one could say exactly what was wrong, but the people seemed to be holding their breath, expecting something to happen. It had something to do with the end of summer and the onset of fall, perhaps, but it was more than that as well. The populace was eating out less, and getting home early. Windows were locked and doors were bolted. Shades were drawn, and at night only the dull bluish lights of television sets behind them gave evidence that the town was alive at all.
A creature never before seen by the eyes of man felt the unease, and was borne onto the streets. A silent creature. A creature that drove a yellow Chevy Cavalier.
It was Ferdy Chicken.
Ferdy Chicken was intent upon saving the town from doom in whatever form. If the residents of Lone Tree had looked out of their windows, which they didn’t, they would have seen Ferdy patrolling the quiet streets. The car was yellow, it was Americanmade, it had an orange chicken painted on the hood: it was the Ferdy-mobile.