14-12-2005, 04:31 AM
The chicken was about to be butchered by its owner and fled to its local convenience store. There it noticed a fine looking station-wagon and hopped inside for a lift away from the death that awaited it at ye olde farm. Then it fluttered out the car's door and was forced to cross the street to its last remaining refuge: the farm animal petting zoo.
Thus, I answered my own question.
Thus, I answered my own question.

