Behind me, a body fell with a muffled thud, the noise drowned out by the rising sounds of the celebrating chickens (and the Dallas game). The masked conductor, still clenching a chicken flenser in his right hand, lay at my feet, a  hole between his masked cat eyes.

"Yeow," he said, somehow still gasping for air. "I'm FBI agent Katz. I followed you from the train ... I thought you might lead me to them. I ... know ..  you're supposed to be .."

"I'll tell you who you are," Doreen said, now much to my horror pointing her weapon again at the agent in the cat suit and pulling the  one more time.
"You're a traitor to your species, going to Chicago to sell our breed for weiners.

"Our time has come," she said to me. "We're bound now to take over the Earth and destroy all of those evil fast food chains."

"Hold it right there," I said, holding up my book between us as though it might serve as a shield. "Surely I fell asleep on the train to Chicago on my way to the chicken wiener convention. Around this time I wake up and find myself still on the train ... That's what always happens in these novels"

"It's not a !" Doreen said. "It's the only evening when creatures such as ourselves can walk the night freely, mingling with the human beings who wear their ridiculous costumes.." She tossed the weapon onto the body of the man in the cat suit and held her claws out to me. "You gay old cock, you! Now you know who you're supposed to be!"
 
 

It was then, feeling uncomfortable for having worn this rooster-like attire all the long journey, I tossed my book aside and tried to remove the feathery shirt across ny chest. But nothing came loose. I reached around and touched the back of my head, shocked to find the fleshy ripple of a leathery crest. A few feathers floated in the air before me as I stood there, quaking with the realization of the truth, staring wide-eyed at my capon wife as the wall of cackling hens and squeaking chicks rose around me, burying me forever in the feathery cacophony of their triumphant calls ...
  ANSWERS  bullet who trigger dream