An old joke, but let’s try to take it up a notch and tell the actual story… In the spirit of the joke, try to make it funny. Ready? Here goes:
Once and for all…
WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?
Writing Prompt by Damien Concordel
He had just donned his new pair of sneakers and left the nice, comfortable chicken house to trudge out here to the road. He left a whole brood of hens, some of whom had just recently laid eggs, while others were getting ready to do the same. One of the latter ladies, Ginny Lou, was having cravings. Tonight she just had to have some cherries Garcia ice cream so that she could dip her pickled almonds into it. Nothing else would do. He had to go to the 7-11 across the street and get some.
Herbie usually reveled in and bragged about his extensive harem, but tonight he would have given the business end of his beak to anyone who dared say anything to him about his wives. He wished he could divorce all of them. That would have meant having to divide up all of the property, however, and he wasn’t about to do that.
He looked to the left, then to the right, assured himself that the road was empty of speeding cars, and stepped onto the tarred pavement. He was halfway across the street when some idiot kid on a speeding bicycle bumped his tailfeathers and sent him sprawling and rolling the rest of the way across. The kid’s bicycle overturned and he, too, fell. Herbie got up, shook himself and shouted at the kid.
“Hey, Idiot! Watch where you’re going! You could have killed me!”
“Aw, shut up, you freakin’ pile of chicken shit!” shouted the kid, who was crying as he mounted his bicycle and rode away.
“Kids nowadays!” muttered Herbie as he shook himself again and headed for the 7-11.
In case you’re wondering, Herbie took a cab home from the store.