For hundreds or maybe
thousands of years philosophers and the world's great thinkers have
attempted to find the elusive answers to the important questions of
the time. What is the meaning of life? If a tree falls in the woods
and no one is there to hear it, does it really make a sound? What is
the sound made by one hand clapping? Does Santa Claus really fly from
rooftop to rooftop or does he merely drop gifts from about twenty
thousand feet? Is there life after a Republican takeover of the
Presidency? THat one I am not sure about.
Lest I run a fowl of
forgetting, the most important question of all might just
be......”Why did the chicken cross the road?” For centuries, the
world, from the very young to the very old, have sought to find the
answer to this puzzling question.
Not being a chicken, I
decided to go directly to the source. Approaching Henrietta with
great caution I asked the question. “Why?” Her response was a
flapping of feathers and a “buk, buk, buk”. But not understanding
chicken, I decided to seek the answer elsewhere.
A quick survey at the
local grocery store got some strange looks but great answers. Now
one would expect the usual responses. But then, there was the
occasional 'who cares' or 'none of your business.' People can be so
rude. It was just a very simple question! Don't get your tail
feathers all twisted.
I think chickens have
been very misunderstood. Like... it was the chicken's fault for the
outbreak of salmonella poisoning in the Midwest several years ago?
Sounds more like a problem created by people in a hurry to make a
profit rather than a chicken laying a bad egg. Now if you are
expecting a joke here, I am going to disappoint you. What happened
was serious and many people could have died. Human error?
Chickens have become
the brunt of many jokes and I don't understand why. What other animal
can have it's head cut off and still be able to run around for
several minutes? Sound a bit like the Congress Washington sometimes!!
Why would we call our best friends 'chicken' if they refused to take a dare or drink at an underage party or a puff on the joint and then get into a car.. Sounds pretty smart to me.
Poor Chicken Little.
All she could do was run around shouting that the sky was falling.
Did anyone actually believe her? Remember. The story was written to
teach a lesson in 'courage'. Is anyone listening or just running around with their
heads cut off because of the 2016 election resukts?
Like other animals, a
chicken can be very loyal to its owner and often becomes the family
pets. It recognizes your voice and may greet you at the door each
morning. And then on some unsuspecting day...whack with a hatchet and
in a few short hours Henrietta appears on the serving platter at the
dinner table. No one can eat her though. Who could possibly eat the
family pet. My suggestion?. Don't give the chicken a name. Poor
Henrietta.
Chickens don't fly very
well. I am assuming at one time they were very skilled in the art of
flying, but over time they lost the ability to soar with the eagles.
I can picture it now,.. five eagles in formation lead by.... a
chicken. Makes for an interesting image!
So....back to the
original question. Why did the chicken cross the road? Perhaps it was
to prove that if you need a new challenge and a fresh place to
start, crossing the road may be the place to begin! (But before crossing the street, even if you are a chicken,be sure to
look both ways, )