Chick Lit

Hah!! We knew it!!! We rule the world!!!! Look, look, look at what we have encountered.

Yet another book from the chickens about the chickens (Of course it is about the chickens. What else can it be possible about? What a totally unnecessary statement.)

Mother Hen and YC stumbled upon it while they were casually strolling by the river. Hm, Mother Hen and YC walking together. We wonder what they were talking about. Gossip time!!!

A closer look at the book and you would see the title (well, you would see the title even if you don’t look that close. Doh!) What’s with the title here? Just look at the title. *annoyed*  “Bitter with Baggage..” Why is it so depressing? That does not sound like us at all. No sir, it is not. We–the chickens–are always always happy *the famous furious head shaking move*

And look at the model in the book. Is that YC? Well, well. Do you mean to say that she has a job but she never has told us about it and did not even bother to take us for a worm treat with her royalty from the book? Arrgh, such a stingy chickadee!! We never knew that about YC. Things you learn about the chickens that you think you knew. *heart broken*

Anyway, have you found out why Mother Hen and YC took a (secret!) stroll along the river? Perhaps they are talking about that beef and buff. Or The Chicken (oh, good old chap The Chicken. We wonder whatever happens to him.)

Or perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, they are talking about Emilio the buffalo!!!!!! *sllluuurrpp… Hey, what’s with the slurping sound? I thought chickens were supposed to be vegetarian?!?!*

The sun has not shown its full round face yet, but the chickens are already up. Can it be? Can it really really be? The words are out. The Chicken is back!! In flocks and groups, they all run out of their coop to the yard. Woosh.

And what do you know, there he is. The pride handsome rooster himself. In flesh and blood (and feathers, of course). The Chicken.

Yet something feels odd. He smells different. He looks different. The skin tone is much lighter. The beak shinier (some think it seems bigger than usual, like cousin Pelican). The smile wider. His eyes are unfamiliarly friendlier. No smug, no cynical smirk. Instead, kind and friendly glare.

This is too much. Is it really our beloved so-much-missed Chicken? Suspicions arise. Words spread. Even distant families of aves are gossiping (see left).

There has been some alleged sightings of The Chicken. Some even accuse Yellow Chickey as an accomplice. (see below. Hmm.)

Yellow Chickey! Aha! She must have known something. The lazy young chick is still sound asleep in her warm coop, indifferent of what has been going on.

Hens and roosters run hastily to the young chick, shedding off some pounds and feathers along the way. A funny picture if you see them running from behind. Cluck cluck.

But who cares? Much more pressing issue is at hand.

The elders and not-so-elders are now standing before the sleeping beauty. She opens her tiny innocent eyes. The sleepy eyes are now wide awake. Jolted by fear for the worst. What? What??

Nothing. Just curios. Go back to sleep. We’ll talk later.

And the day continues. Strange flock, those chickens.

[Pics taken from here and there.]

[The Chicken [still in hidden mode]: Happy chickday, Hun! *couldn’t resist*]

The Chicken has gone AWOL. Once again. Nobody knows where he is. His must-have necklace has been found lying about with no chicken neck to hang on to.

A couple of years ago similar thing happened. Chicken was missing. His driver came forward and brought the necklace. With a serious look, he said, “This is all that is left,” holding out the necklace which has almost been the C’s signature.

After a serious long winding investigation, at that time, it was found out that the Chicken was indeed being kidnapped. Fortunately, bargains were made and the chicken was returned in good health.

This time, however, nobody knows for sure. Anything can happen to the feisty one. Yes, sometimes being a celebrity has its own risks.

Yellow Chickey was too sad to make any comment. She just stares blankly from within her glass barn. Aw, she misses him. That old stubborn stupid feathered smug.

Other chickens start to make assumptions and bets. After all, The Chicken is notorious for diminishing from the face of the earth. “Perhaps he finally has lost it,” they say. “Maybe he has had enough of us.” And a thousand and more odd allegations flying about (although being chicken, they cannot fly far, or that high either for that matter).

The situation is bloodcurdling, to say the least. Even the ever-so-wise-and-cheeky chick-a-boo, the unseen chicken, does not say a thing.

Although, some chicks claimed that chick-a-boo has that knowing suspicious typical smirk of his. A smile that can be interpreted as the seer wishes.

Such claim, of course, is baseless. How can one (chick) see the smile of the great unseen? Crazy young chicks. Perhaps too much whisken or narcochick during weekends (and school nights as well).