The Chicken

There is a chicken that lives here on the compound. It is a pet chicken, in fact. Jill, who used to live upstairs, adopted this chicken as a pet. Well, this chicken has some kind of powers. It has made friends with the dogs. Now, most dogs I know like chikens too. Chickens that are in their stomachs. Well, this psychotic chicken also likes to be near the generator, especially when it's running. She finds this the perfect place to lay her eggs. Such a calm, serene place. Well, today I found said chicken UPSTAIRS. Ok, the only way she got up there was through the basement door, walking through the hallway, up the stairs, and voila...she's upstairs. How do I know this chicken is a she, you ask? Well if you were paying attention before you would have noticed that it lays eggs. Now, please name one chicken that is not a she that lays eggs. That's what I thought. It's a she. Now the only she would go back to where she belongs, namely outside, was if I picked her up and brought here downstairs, threw her outside, and shut the door. What kind of chicken is this anyways? I should make it into chicken soup this Sunday. Well, that's my story for today folks. I wrote some thoughts down about music at michaelneels.wordpress.com if you would like to see it. Just copy and paste that URL into your browser and it should appear. Have yourself a good day.