I was coming back
from a meeting at the Rice
Creek facility
with my coworker,
from a meeting at the Rice
Creek facility
with my coworker,
Mary. All of a sudden,
we saw a chicken
in the road. “Why is
in the road. “Why is
a chicken crossing the road?”
asked Mary. It was
strange. The chicken was
asked Mary. It was
strange. The chicken was
meandering aimlessly
and pecking at things.
Mary told me to
stop the car, and she got out
stop the car, and she got out
and started wrangling
the chicken away
the chicken away
from the street. It was a nice-
looking chicken – black,
with multicolored
looking chicken – black,
with multicolored
highlights on its tail. It came
right along with us.
We needed to find
the chicken’s owner, so we
the chicken’s owner, so we
knocked at the door of
the nearest house. When
the nearest house. When
no one answered, we opened
the back gate. Maybe
it was the chicken’s
it was the chicken’s
yard at that because it marched
in as if it owned
the place. If not, some
the place. If not, some
folks will be surprised. I hope
they don’t own a dog.
