2: Coldplay, Chickens and Jelly

I am standing in the front row of the mosh pit at a cold play concert. (Why there is a mosh pit at a coldplay conert, I will never know...). I'm with my friend Rayne. Chris Martin looks at me and sings,
"Would you like to come onstage?"
I nod and am pulled up, pulling Rayne up with me. We stand onstage, nodding along to the song for a minute, but quickly get bored, so we run off stage into the curtains.
Instead of being backstage, we find ourselves in a barn. The walls of the barn are higher than I can see and there are shelves all the way up with live chickens lining the shelves.
We decide we must get to the other side of the barn, so we begin to quietly walk across, tiptoeing in the unnecessary way people do in movies. I hear a scream from behind me and Rayne has stepped on a dog's chew toy and is grimacing as she takes her foot off slowly, making the sound echo around the barn. We both look up expectantly.
Silence.
Then all of a sudden, chickens come from all sides.
"Run!" I yell.
We both run full pelt to the end of the barn, avoiding chickens left, right and centre.
I suddenly feel like I'm running in slow-mo' and there's a chicken runnning under my foot and I can't avoid it. I step on the chicken, but instead of feeling its bones crunch, it becomes jelly.
Lime, green jelly.
MMMMMMM!