I won’t even go into how I got into this, but it started with talking about a chicken’s eyes. Then looking at chickens online. (Hey, like you don’t look at stuff on line. First stone, buddy, first stone.) Of course, I didn’t need to look at chickens. I grew up with them (around. I mean, I wasn’t literally in the hen house.) But the kids didn’t and I wanted to show them the expression in chicken’s eyes.
Why, you ask? Oh, surely you can understand. If you’ve ever looked into a chicken’s eyes, you surely have a clue what is happening there. It’s as though every t-rex in the world is being reincarnated as a chicken over and over again.
In my head, this is what happens when one of us looks into a chicken’s eyes:
H (for human): mmmm fryer!
C (for chicken): Hey, hey, something is very wrong here!
H: Chicken soup!
C: I used to be much larger than your puny ancestors. They got caught in my teeth.
H: Chicken casserole!
C:In my dreams I still am. I stalk the world and your kind cowers.
C: Do you mind just lying down and letting me peck you to death? Shouldn’t take more than two hours, and it would do wonders for my self esteem.
C: Not even for therapy? You mean, evil, cold b*stard. In my dreams I’m crunching you right now…
H:Chicken soup will make you feel better.