The Story in My Head

It started with a thought,
then somehow became a world.

A chicken got smarter,
two idiots got into trouble,
and every quiet moment
became another disaster.

I gave them names,
gave them places,
gave them problems—

and somehow,
they gave me a story.

Maybe that's what Mischief is.

Not perfect.
Not serious.
Not always sensible.

Just a little chaos
that refused to stay
inside my head.