I stepped out onto the road. It occurred to me that what I was doing was none too smart. I'd beenwarned. But I'd never been to the other side of the road. Whatever was over there, it had to be different from what was over here, and I'd seen everything over here. I was jaded. I took a tentative step or two onto the tar road. It seemed safe enough. I saw nothing but two lights, like stars, growing larger. I slowly lumbered toward the center of the road. Glory be, I was doing it. Then I heard an engine singing, and the lights blinded me, and now I lie with my legs in the air, staring at nothing much in particular.
Chicken? Ex-chicken.
Posted by: Pisces Iscariot | September 16, 2011 at 10:39 AM
I've disabused myself of the failed idea that the grass is always greener.
Posted by: Dave | September 16, 2011 at 12:16 PM
Kind of Ballardesque, this is.
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | September 16, 2011 at 05:15 PM
I can relate to that (presumed above to be a) Chicken. But I very much doubt that the word 'jaded' would cross a chicken's, so I'll assume it's a deer instead. It'll leave a bigger dent in the car too.
Posted by: Francisco Peres | September 19, 2011 at 04:37 AM
I was actually thinking opossum.
Posted by: UF MIKE | September 19, 2011 at 09:11 AM
I saw racoon in my inner eye or breast or whatevers i got!
but nice story!
Posted by: karoline | September 19, 2011 at 10:10 AM
Human being, like in "Cpncrete Island", I say.
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | September 19, 2011 at 12:16 PM
"COncrete Island"
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | September 19, 2011 at 01:01 PM
Big joke in 1977.Why did the chicken cross the road? Because it was stapled to a punk.
Posted by: rick piel | September 20, 2011 at 10:25 PM
I, a European (alien), have been force-fed with almost every imaginable cultural particle coming from America. Brought up on Sesame Street, Cosby and Bo & Luke. Later: Twin Peaks, Daily Show, Simpsons.
However, some things are filtered out in the cultural transfer! Some things have only come in allusions and unspoken hints. The 'why did the chicken cross the road jokes' is on of them. I never heard one of them in full. The knock-knock who's there? Is far better known over here.
But what escaped me even more, the mothership of all jokes (and that's why I looked it up on the Internet last week) is the reason why limericks so often contain the city of Nantucket. I just couldn't find a dirty word to rhyme with it.
Now I know. I'm a little disappointed, I mus say.
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