It's time for a story, ladies and gents.
Once upon a time there was a farm called Farmville's. In this farm, there were some chickens - four to be concise. One chicken though kept sticking its head in the tail pipe of the tractor and was slightly loopy - a lovely chicken sometimes and yet, didn't always understand chicken mannerisms. That's okay though - that chicken doesn't really matter anyway in this story.
The head chicken had missed the axe one too many times - the farmer felt sorry for it because it was a little cracked as an egg. It's tongue lolled out to one side and sadly, it was cross-eyed...poor poor chicken.
The other chicken just ran around in circles all day long until it's mother finally said, "You're a rooster darn it - do something rooster-like"...so it ran around in more circles.
The final rooster sat in it's corner pretending to be a nice rooster until someone came by trying to move it to get to the pitchfork. The rooster went crazy - and even laid an egg...a rooster laying an egg? Must be a magic chicken so the farmer sold it to a butcher who waited for it to lay an egg for months - until realizing it was just an egg that fell under the rooster who was causing all the ruckus. Sadly, the rooster was sold to KFC as a...spokesperson...
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The moral of the story : Be happy you're human. Chickens are all cluckers anyway.
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