The end of Barbie

Barbie had her whole night ahead of her. She'd spent extra time choosing her favourite dress, fixed her hair in that mad sticking out style, even made sure her eyelashes were properly drawn on with the best magic marker she could find in the stationary section of Tesco.
As she set off excitement at meeting Ken at the dream house built in her tummy as she thought about all the amazing outfits they could try on, airline hostess, nurse, 80's disco diva, 70's hippy, massive shoulder padded jackets and more sequins than you could count, and that was just Ken!
She turned a corner and that was when she first heard it, tap, she shook it off and continued to pull the little tab on her dress to turn her mermaid tail to legs, tap, tap. Her breath quickened and she increased her step. TAP, TAP, TAP. Barbie lifted her dress and tried to run, plastic heels moulding to her feet as with horror she realised her knees didn't actually bend and the only way she could run would be when she was attached to the dog on the elctric motor.
Bwark!! What was that?! Barbie waved her hand and her ring dropped, leaving a gaping hole. She didn't have time to wonder why when she wore a ring she had to push it right through her actual hand instead of putting it on her finger all she knew was that she had to get away.
As she rounded a corner her severe lack of actual toes was her undoing as her solid foot caught on a piece of wood and she went down. The last thing she saw was sequins and the last she heard was the squawk of the chicken as it closed in.