Here are some thoughts that came to mind when I first saw this image...
Fry-Day Night Feature Film. Now for some of the best parts. Thought I'd "wing it" and make a few poultry (paltry) remarks. When you come a breast of the situation, most of you will thigh a heavy sigh.
Notice those viewers flocked to see it. You know, to get a bird's eye view.
You know that one of those hens knows this is no yokeing matter and is mentally crying fowl, while another thinks she's in line for the tanning booth, musing "Can't wait till I'm a lovely golden brown too."
Another chicken is thinking that it is all a stunt by some brave rooster to prove he's not chicken. She's probably saying, "Well, for someone who doesn't have any guts, you gotta admit he's got pluck!"
Yet another of those hens has got to be a reporter, waiting for an interview. She can't wait to grill him with questions, and get the scoop. She's dreaming even now of maybe winning the Pulletzer Prize. When asked if she wrote the article, she'll probably say "I wrote it, yessirree (rotisserie).
Of course some featherbrained hen doesn't have eggscellent eyesight, and so her vision is a little skewered. She'd likely to say, "We know him, don't we? That's got to be Bobby" isn't our Bobby cute? He always was a great dancer. Look at him turn and turn without getting dizzy. Mother always said he was the spitting image of Fried Astaire!"
This post will likely ruffle some feathers. Some may cackle, others might crow. Some may say that I am just a dumb cluck.
But now is when I take a couple drumsticks and go "Ba-dum-chicken!"
Abortion must be abolished.
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