The cat sat and watched from his perch in the window. Watched in wonder at the spectacle before him. Back and forth, the chicken went. Back and forth across the road. Each time, narrowly missing oncoming cars.
This went on and on, car after car, and the chicken always ended up safe on the other side.
Clearly, thought the cat, something is not right here. Chickens aren’t all that bright, but this is a new low. And yet, somehow, the chicken has not been hit. It must be up to something.
Meanwhile, the chicken continued. Back and forth. Often with a honk and a squawk.
Finally, the cat could take it no more. He leaned out the window and yelled “Why are you crossing the road over an over again?”
The chicken stopped and thought about it for a minute, while cars dodged around her.
Finally, she squawked back “I don’t know, what is this some kind of joke? Is the punchline orange you glad I didn’t say banana?”
The cat just shook his head and went back to sleep.
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grassy ground plain, prepared to dream
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