I was driving home from roller derby yesterday when I passed a dead cock on the side of the highway. It wasn't your run of the mill cock either. The feathers were bright red and green and amber . . . meaning it was a prize cock. Someone's special, show cock. And it was dead. Dead cock on the highway. Someone is going to miss that cock. Poor dead cock. It's little cock wing sticking up, as if waving at passers by . . . saying "I'm a dead cock, but safe travels to you."
But, it does answer one question. Why the chicken crossed the road. The cock couldn't. The cock was dead.
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