There are many different takes on the eternal question of "Why did the Chicken cross the road?" I think, Mezzo, may have come up with the definitive answer. (email Mezzo)
Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?
Bad FanFic Response
The blonde chicken glistened in the moonlight, her wet feathers dripping from her recent bathing in the mud puddle, wondering if she should cross to the other side of the road where the dark-haired chicken awaited...tall and proud in her hen-ness...blue eyes blazing.
"Which came first...the chicken or the egg?" fretted the golden-haired foul.
Was it strange to want to cross the road? Would her parents understand? Could she keep up with the ancient rhythms? Was she absolutely sure?
The dark-haired bird of a similar feather clucked huskily, deeply.
"Yes," thought the fair-haired, verdant-eyed foul, her breasts heaving. She would cross the road and meet her eternally feathered soul mate.
It was time.
She was sure.
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