04-22-2018, 09:01 AM
(An old one, reconstructed from very incomplete memory, and re-written so that the circumstances would make better sense, the one in question would be treated more humanely, and their intended fate would be the nestbox, rather than the dinner table).
Marco was asked by his wife to go to town and get another laying hen to replace the one they had lost. He bundled up for the weather, fired up the old truck, puttered the several miles to town, and picked out one at the farmers market, which they put into a mesh sack for safe carry to the truck.
But when he tried to start up the truck, it gave a whine and went dead. The nearby mechanic said it was a bad starter motor, and he could fix it, but it would take at least three hours. And he could not leave the Chicken there or have it in the waiting room.
So he went out to find a park bench or something, and soon saw the marquee for the local cinema, and a movie he had wanted to see.
But what to do about the Chicken?
He hung the sack by the drawstrings around his neck, and wrapped his cloak over, to give the impression that he was just fat. Then he went to the ticket booth, paid , went in, and found a seat, adjusting the Chicken and cloak so that it could sit more-or-less normally in his lap and get proper air.
Others came in, including two young women that sat down next to him.
The movie began, and soon he was totally engrossed in it, so much so, that he failed to notice that the Chicken had found or made a breach in the sack, and had worked its head and neck out.
And the woman nearest him leaned over to her partner. "Karina, Karina!" she whispered "Over here, sticking out of this guy's pants!"
"What of it Sandra" replied Karina "you've seen one, you've seen them all".
"Maybe you have" replied Sandra "but this one's eating our popcorn!"