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It seems so long ago, the day I made the fateful mistake of crossing that road. One casual stroll across an interstate and suddenly I’m in every joke book in America. Who saw THAT coming? Had I known I would have stayed home. I was worried about getting hit by a car. Instead I got hit by fame.
I hate all the attention. Hate it, hate it, hate it. A lot of animals do what I did - deer, ducks, rodents… they all cross roads every day. Nobody says a thing. But a chicken does it and suddenly it’s newsworthy? Suddenly I’m the new Rosa Parks?
You wanna know the ironic part? The other side of the road isn’t any different! My privacy is thrown out the window, probably forever, and I didn’t even get a good story out of it. The whole thing sucks.
Why did I cross the road? I ask myself that every day.