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[iamthelawr_punk]

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Ladies and gentlemen, angels and demons, I have a question to ask of you.

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[a_life_of_ennui]

It is quite simple, really. We must look at the facts from the beginning. The chicken, seemingly calm, waited on one side of the road. Rather inexplicably, it dashed towards the other side as if its very life depended upon it. This appearance is quite trustworthy, as his life -did- depend upon it.

Obviously, the chicken had once belonged to a barbaric group of chickens taken to exotic and cultish practices in order to further the rights of chickens everywhere. Weary of such a life which left him vulnerable and without a chance to settle down, the chicken fled and made a home in the countryside, hoping to be free of his former compatriots. He discovered not long after, however, that he had been found.
At approximately noon every day, he often stood by that side of the road, staring as if in a daze. He knew that he did indeed stand a good chance of being found, and stood watch when he knew his old friends would most likely be looking for him. On that day, his stares were rewarded with the sight of his dear old compatriot, come to summon him back.

The dashing from one side of the road to the other was a significant symbol to the group, to symbolise that he was in immediate peril by a local farmer's hand, and all who came near him would certainly be caught and slaughtered as well.

Afterwards he faked his own death, as any sensible chicken would, and now lives in peace in a farmer's shed.

[delacourin]

Were fingerprints to prove this? Can one fingerprint a chicken?

[a_life_of_ennui]

Not at all. A chicken does not have fingerprints, you see. However, their claw marks might be taken. Also, one might look for drift from their feathers and other telltale signs.