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Chicken Invader
The aftermath
I went out to the backyard to have my morning coffee and discovered a fairly large chicken had wandered in. Apparently, I had left the backyard gate open the night before. I went around the neighborhood to find its owner, but nobody laid claim to it. I didn’t want to keep the chicken as a pet, because… you know.. chicken poop! Besides, I have cats in my family. What should I do?
This chicken invaded my kingdom and he is an enemy to my peace and calm. Then a movie dialog from “Conan The Barbarian” came to mind:
What is best in life? Conan: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women. Mongol General: That is good! That is good.
I then became the Asian version of “Rocky Balboa” and spent an hour chasing this chicken invader into my kingdom and captured it. Of course, I wasn’t like the young “Rocky” in his past, but more like the present day one. Coughing and wheezing!
The question of “Why did the chicken cross the road” has now been answered-to become my dinner! Fried whole with all the fixings! It was good! It was good.
