Chicken Jockey Quotes

I don’t make the rules,” said Zeb calmly. “I just explain them.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes,” said Bob. “Correction,” I said. “A mad genius.” “This is extremely bright,” said Zeb. “I wonder if ….” Zeb slowly extended his arm and placed his hand into the beam of light. He kept it there for a moment until … it burst into flame!

LASCIATE OGNI SPERANZA, VOI CH’ENTRATE!

But I found out later that the gnomes left Wesley’s school alone. I heard they were overwhelmed by the destructive might of the Pre-school Chicken jockeys.

Bobby was like a fish caught in a net.

Ender King,

Baby Zeke The diary of a chicken jockey (an unofficial Minecraft book) (COMPLETE Series, Vol.

But killing is my life,” said Otis. “Why can’t other people be like

was born – or should I say spawned – inside a dark cave

Spider Jockeys are one of only two mobs (along with Chicken Jockeys) that cannot move through portals.

go with saying something like: “Yes, I know it’s a chicken, but what is its name?” And I say: “Chicken.” “Yes, chicken…and you are a Chicken Jockey, but he must have a name…Right?” “Yes, Chicken. That’s his name.” That is where they usually give up. Some of them would growl

That leaves the category of pasture-raised chickens. It seems they’re living the poultry dream—and, according to Jason, we could be, too. I nod as I take another swallow of beer. I don’t say that it sounds like an enormous amount of work or that we live in arguably one of the harshest climates in the continental United States. Nor do I point out that having spent our entire careers jockeying keyboards to make a living, we are not farmers. So while I don’t exactly tune him out, I become a passive listener. A very passive listener. Poultry isn’t exactly the foreplay talk I was hoping for, so instead I just enjoy the rhythm and cadence of his voice. I hear something about pastured hens for- aging on fresh grasses producing healthier, delicious eggs with less fat and cholesterol, something about the local food movement and its ability to remake America’s food system. I signal the server for a second beer and let it all wash over me with an occasional nod until an utterly un-ignorable statement pulls me out. “This is the kind of farm I want to start.” Now I’m listening. In fact, I’m listening so hard I realize that this particular corner of the restaurant is a convergence point for the piped-in music from two separate rooms, and they’re competing against each other like dueling mariachi bands.

You can turn a zombie villager back into a villager by first splashing them with a potion of weakness, then feeding them a regular golden apple. If you are successful, the zombie will hiss and start to shudder. In a few minutes, the zombie will turn into a villager. Works only with zombie villagers, not regular zombies. If you are curing many zombie villagers at once, keep them separated so the uncured zombie villagers won’t attack the cured ones. Chicken Jockey 97.

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spit on the ground. “What’s your plan?

At that moment the griefer jumped out from inside a chest and yelled, “Not everywhere!” and then he slashed at Harold, killing him! I saw a little piece of raw chicken meat floating where Harold had been only a moment earlier. His drop.

Herobrine says he can control your fate, but there is a story I must relate, to defeat the one with glowing eyes,

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness

Matt – Attending MineCon without being discovered by humans

Block has been writing unofficial Minecraft-inspired fanfiction since 2015 and is the author of over 100 books and collections. His most popular books are the Diary of a Surfer Villager (where Jimmy and his friends go on adventures), the Ballad of Winston the Wandering Trader, and Baby Zeke: Diary of a Chicken Jockey. When he’s not writing books or playing video games, Dr. Block likes to spend his time surfing near his house, gardening in his backyard, and spending time with his wife and two teenage children. Although Dr. Block is not

show-and-tell.

That was my fear as well. I did not want this to be the last time I saw my chicken. If one of us died, we should both die, together. The bond of a chicken and his jockey is stronger than most people will ever know. There is something mystical about it. It is a combination that shouldn’t exist in nature, but because it does, it is stronger than anything.

Now that’s my kind of fireworks display!” shouted Otis, clinching his fist. “It would be very bright and loud and smoky and stinky,” said Bob. “It would smell like victory,” said Harold.

thought I might toss my cookies (even though I’d never eaten a cookie in my life).

Dirt adds flavor!

No. Deception won’t work. We have to confront Shadow head on, tete-a-tete, mano-a-mano, face-to-face, point blank.

Haven’t you heard of Baby Zeke and his adventures as a chicken jockey?

Here I was trying to save my friends, and the one dude who can save them rubs his chin for five minutes!?!

The general looked to me like I was mad. “Why? Por qué? Porque? Warum? Kwa nini? Pourquoi? Lematha? Naze? Wèishéme?” asked the general, mocking me in nine different languages.

Sophie – Defeating Herobrine’s Great Zombie Army after it invaded the End in 814 Luke – Preventing Herobrine from Destroying the End Nectar in 1033 Oswald – Communicating with Notch during the Great Imbalance of 1392 Matt – Attending MineCon without being discovered by humans

I’m the king of free will, bro.  In fact, you can call me ‘Free Willy’ if you want to.

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I quickly pulled out a potion of harming from my inventory and drank it. It restored my health,

Otis and I were in jockey formation as we approached Farmer John’s chicken farm. Once the large flock of captive chickens came into view, Harold and Bob skidded to a halt. The two chickens stopped so quickly, Otis and I fell off their backs, tumbling to the ground, landing squarely on our butts. “Nope,” Bob said.

Duh,” said Otis, “just create some more holes.” “But even if we made twenty holes,” I said, “the light will still be dim.” Bob clucked and then said, “Then sun goes up and over the world. It doesn’t stay directly above the world.” “What are you getting at?” said Otis. Bob scratched the ground before saying, “This hole goes straight up. The sun is not straight up right now.” I snapped my undead fingers as I realized what Bob meant. “So, we need a hole pointing

at where the sun is now to get its full brightness.” “I think so,” said Bob as he bent over and pecked at the ground. “Let’s try it,” I said, grabbing my pickaxe. “Where do you think the sun is right now?” Harold pointed with his wing at a spot on the ceiling. “Over there, I think.” Zeb nodded. “I agree. It would be rising from that side of the world.” I quickly built a tower of cobblestone by jumping and dropping a stone after each jump. I was soon next to the ceiling. Then, I started to mine at an upward angle. It

did not take long before I broke through the surface and was nearly blinded by the brightness of the sun. I took a quick peek outside the hole. I had gotten lucky because there were trees and shrubs nearby, so it seemed unlikely anyone would see the hole. Nevertheless, I tossed a couple of cobblestones onto the surface to better conceal the hole from any prying eyes. Then, I turned around and slid down the tunnel I had just mined. When I got back down to the ground, Harold and Bob were dancing in the beam of light. “Bob, you are a genius,” I said.

Rule number 1: You do not talk about Battle Club. Rule number 2: You DO NOT TALK

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Look, guys, I appreciate what you are trying to do, but you are the most pathetic warriors I have ever seen in my life. I’ve seen slimes that can fight better than you.

Haven’t you heard of Baby Zeke and his adventures as a chicken jockey?” shouted Cole. “He’s a baby zombie and is a million, gazillion times more dominant than any of you so-called ‘adult’ zombies.

masterful choice of scissors against Stephen’s paper.

Well, then, give me a spatula and call me SpongeBob because I am ready to do some frying!

Why? Por qué? Porque? Warum? Kwa nini? Pourquoi? Lematha? Naze? Wèishéme?

Baby Zeke: The Diary of a Chicken Jockey

May the odds be ever in your favor.

who started the fire.

Bruh,

What would a husk want with a fancy tulip?

Cassius. Have you noticed my beautiful cloak?

The witch laughed so hard that a booger popped out of her nostril.

Harold nodded his beak. “I agree, Zeke. What should we do?

It was only a few hours later that my best friend was killed by a player who was defending his house. I never forgave myself for the fight that we had. The fact that he died thinking I hated him is a horrific notion. I vowed then and there never to let anger cloud my judgment or control my actions

heavy. I thought my legs would buckle. I looked over at Harold. “Hey, man, help a zombie out and give me a ride.” Harold shook his head.

old man,

There were tears forming in his eyes.

the Ender King. He is the protector.

die, die, die!

suppose I had.

It isn’t,” I swear

then smashed into the ground. The golem was dead. All that remained of him were four iron ingots and a flower.

Flowie,

(But, I don’t want to spoil his diary if you haven’t yet read it, so I won’t mention any details.)

Baby Zeke: The Diary of a Chicken Jockey,

Surfer Villager series (recommended for ages 9 and up).

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formed in Bob’s eyes and he said, “What? I’m not a battle

patted his head.

meanie!

Herobrine tapped the table with his fingers. “Apparently, it does. It also means that Notch has taken away all my TNT and told me that I’m not allowed to try to blow up the world again for at least ten years. I think Notch is being stupid, but he’s Notch and he always gets his way. Some Balance.” Herobrine rolled his eyes.

anything like that, even if he could, which I doubt he can.” Zeb nodded his head. “I agree. It seems fairly likely that the culprit is either a mystical being like Herobrine, or potentially Entity 303 or maybe a witch or an illager of some type. On the other hand, players have been known to become fairly well-versed in enchantments, so maybe it was a player who wanted a lifetime supply of diamonds?” Otis shook his head and said sarcastically, “Thanks for narrowing down a list of suspects, Zeb. Now it sounds just about like we are back to where almost anyone could’ve done it again.” Zeb smiled. He had lost a few teeth the last couple of years, so he looked like a spooky jack-o’-lantern or a witch who never brushed her teeth. “No one said this would be easy, Otis. I’d be surprised if you ever found the llama, but the reward sounds pretty nice. It’s up to you guys. I can’t go.” I placed a comforting hand on Zeb’s shoulder. It was clear that he was sad that he could no

Sophie

Friends. Dead. Forever.

experience

minion arrives. We want the rest of our money ASAP.

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Think about it,” said Zeb. “Mobs kill villagers. Players help defend villagers by killing mobs. Villagers trade with players. The three spokes – mobs, villagers, players – balance each other.” “Interesting,” I said. “And, there is the Overworld, the Nether and the End. Another balance of three,” said Zeb.

Wow! This was getting really interesting. “So, then, I guess Notch is the creator and Herobrine is the destroyer, so where is the third part?” I asked. Zeb walked silently for a few moments, contemplating my question. Finally, he said, “I think maybe we met him: the Ender King. He is the protector.” Mind blown. “The creator, the destroyer and the protector,” I babbled. “Balance. Three spokes. Whoa.

Otis looked at me with fire burning in his eyes. “I’d rather die trying

The world is in a delicate balance. Mobs kill villagers. Players help defend villagers by killing mobs. Villagers trade with players. The three spokes – mobs, villagers, players – balance each other. And, there is the Overworld, the Nether and the End. Another balance of three. The final and most important trinity consists of Notch the Creator, Herobrine the Destroyer, and the Ender King the Protector.

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make it out of Sunflower Gulch?” I asked. “It’s a long story. Right now, how do you feel about going out there in jockey formation and killing all of those husks?” I smiled. I slashed the air with the sword that Otis had given me. “I’d  feel great about it.” I hopped on Harold’s back and we rushed back into the fray. About half the soldiers were already dead due to the good work of Otis, Sandy, and the baby drowned, but Cassius was still alive. He yelled toward the front of the zombified piglin palace. “Send out some soldiers! Are you not my allies?” To my surprise, several dozen soldiers rushed out of the fortress and turned on me and the rest of the jockeys. Cassius took the lead and said, “Push them into that corridor from which they came! We

brain spot.

Harold, it doesn’t see us,” I said in a panic. “We can’t distract it if it doesn’t see us.” “Let’s hop up to that roof over to the right,” said Harold. “It should be in the golem’s line of sight.” “Good idea,” I replied. We turned and started climbing up some steps and then did a sort of chicken jockey parkour, bounding between walls to make it to the top of one roof. Then, we jumped from that roof to a roof directly in front of the golem.

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said the chicken. “But that is what happens to chickens. We eventually get caught and eaten.