Six chicks looked up at their mother. "Why look at this! Six little babies! To think you were eggs only a minute ago!" cooed the hen. "Let's see.... you are Rachel, you are Rosie, you are Rolanda, you are Regina, you are Rianna, and you are Roxi!" She clucked happily at her new family.
And that's when I hatched. The same day as my six sisters. The only difference was that my mother was really bad at math. She had started out with 7 eggs. Now she only had six. I hatched on my own. My egg had fallen out of the nest, and I watched from nearby as my sisters got love and attention. I had no family, no name. I decided to call myself Ruby. Then, I decided to leave the farm.
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Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?
FantasyBecause she did. This isn't a jokebook, it's a memoir. The memoir of a chicken, Ruby, who decided to cross a road. Well she didn't really have a choice. You'll see. Just read the story. But the point is she crossed the road. I know right? Crazy. Si...
