Chicken Scratch
Stop The Presses!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Chickens grow on trees?? How is this even cluckin’ possible??
Well, batter my chicken fingers, and call me "Appy"!
Here I thought all along that us chickens had sumthin’ ta do with eggs. I could never quite figger it out, but I hadda hunch we just started off as hen fruit.
Now I reads the paper yesterday, and the headline indicates we flower - offa plants!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
And now they wanna move the plants, outta the city!! I better alert all the chickens I know, to band together and protest this crazy scheme! That would be a long commute, for the average early-risin’ rooster. And what a rooster has ta do to a plant ta make chickens, I can’t even begin to imagine… Did we evolve from bees? Is this all about pollen??
My head’s spinnin’!!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Mebbe they pluck the egss offa the plants. And where do hens figure inta all this?? Mebbe I should quit avoidin’ Hen Rietta, and see if she has any idea about what’s goin’ on here…
Man, when a suave, worldy chicken like myself can get his world rocked like this, what hope is there some for some hayseed, barnyard chicken? Are they givin’ Mother’s Day cards to sunflowers? Who’s yer daddy? A CLUCKIN’ TULIP!!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
It’s Miller Time, my hairy human friends…
Cluck for now!!
Stop The Presses!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Chickens grow on trees?? How is this even cluckin’ possible??
Well, batter my chicken fingers, and call me "Appy"!
Here I thought all along that us chickens had sumthin’ ta do with eggs. I could never quite figger it out, but I hadda hunch we just started off as hen fruit.
Now I reads the paper yesterday, and the headline indicates we flower - offa plants!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
And now they wanna move the plants, outta the city!! I better alert all the chickens I know, to band together and protest this crazy scheme! That would be a long commute, for the average early-risin’ rooster. And what a rooster has ta do to a plant ta make chickens, I can’t even begin to imagine… Did we evolve from bees? Is this all about pollen??
My head’s spinnin’!!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Mebbe they pluck the egss offa the plants. And where do hens figure inta all this?? Mebbe I should quit avoidin’ Hen Rietta, and see if she has any idea about what’s goin’ on here…
Man, when a suave, worldy chicken like myself can get his world rocked like this, what hope is there some for some hayseed, barnyard chicken? Are they givin’ Mother’s Day cards to sunflowers? Who’s yer daddy? A CLUCKIN’ TULIP!!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
It’s Miller Time, my hairy human friends…
Cluck for now!!
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