Hmmm, I feel compelled to post for some reason. Strange?
Ok, short post, finishing off Zymurgy's dare.

Snape realised by now, that something was a little odd. And the fact that there were chickens pecking at his shoe laces, while talking about the lack of good worms, just cemented that fact.
He took a swipe at the chickens with his foot.

"HEY! No kicking the chickens!" boomed a voice from behind him.
"Sniffle socks, what do you think your doing to my chickens?" it was sirrus.
"Who are you calling Sniffle socks? Mother hen. And I would watch what you say to me, if I were you." retorted Snape
"And if I were a sock, i'd be wool. But that's beside the point. Those are my attack chickens, and you shouldn't prevoke them, unless you wish to go through life without any eyes or toes." sirrus said with a snarl.

Snape edged away from the chickens, watching him with their tiny, cold, glassy eyes. He felt affraid, affraid they would attack.

"Hahaha. Ok girls, let him have it." called sirrus with fingers in his ears.
One hen puffed herself up, took a deep breath and said.
"Buck..Buck...Buck." Then the lot of them burst into song.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring."
Cringing, Snape dropped to the floor and huddled in a ball. The hens had shrill little voices, that peirced through your head.
"Aaaaah, christmas carrols and it's mid June." Snape squeeled
"There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like HOME!"

"Wooosh, thump! Pat, pat, pat."
Is the last sound he heard before he awoke in a dank, smelly chamber. It took him a moment until he realised where he was.
"Oh, thank god! There IS no place like home."
Someone had found Snape lying on the floor tangeld in armour, picked him up and brought him back to his office. Then run off to get Pomfrey.
He figured it was Hagrid who found him, because Fang was dozing at the foot of the door, awaiting his masters return.