The hens knew that their ranks were thinning, and they had to do something about it fast. Three hens down, and still not very much information to go on regarding who was a fox and who wasn't. Panic was starting to harden into resolve. Their strategizing was becoming more focused. And with that newfound seriousness, they took a straw poll and decided to ambush Hen Amoxy. The unlucky fella pleaded with the gang, but to no avail. Chicken Cochran was nowhere to be found. So it was with much less trepidation that the hens jumped on Hen Amoxy. But that descriptor was not apropos: when Hen Will Hunting grabbed his head, the Hen mask dropped away revealing amoxy to be a fox. "You may have found me out," he said, "but you'll never stop my friends. They'll gobble every one of you up!" The hens then chopped him up for stew.
The henhouse slept a good deal better that night. Surely two foxes would be easier to catch than three. At least that's what Hen Will Hunting was thinking, right before he was eaten by the remaining two foxes. Now that's a meal and plenty of leftovers.
Day Four begins. Seven votes until nightfall.
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LIVING: Beaker, JaxSean, JenBro, kelly, mafic, mara*, NWbR, TFox, ty97, Dr. Vermin, znufrii
DEAD (HEN): nubby, ralph wiggum, Guigue, Stephen, Will Hunting
DEAD (FOX): amoxy
*saved once