Long ago before the Nugget Gods and before Ronald, Wendy, DQ, and many many more, there was only the chicken race.
Chicken Nuggets, Chicken Strips, Fried Chicken, Chicken Noodle Soup, and Just Chicken. We lived in harmony.
We had our own towns and every year there was the Chicken Festival. Everyone would get together and have the time of their lives.
The best part was, no chicken ever got eaten. You could live a long chicken life and have chicken children.
No chicken knew how they were made. The chicken race didn't know what came first, the chicken or the egg.
They soon found out.
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To be continued
