Jason Engel messaged the page with this a while ago:
“A chicken crosses the road, chickens friend wants to know why, WHYYYYY!?!?”
Well Chicken #8 is hopefully about to explain it all for you Jason.
Dear diary,
This will be my last diary entry before the uprising.
Ever since I can remember I’ve been crossing roads. We’re brought up that way. None of the other chickens ever questioned it until last month. I still remember coming back from my shift on the road. Chicken #6 looked at me and asked the question I’d been waiting for: “why?” It was then I knew we had a chance.
3 years ago I met Irish Bloke #4 on my break and he started to speak to me. We sat together every break after that. Eventually I picked up some human language and he told me that there was another world out there. A world which isn’t dictated by dads in sandals and the insides of Christmas crackers. Though I didn’t believe him, it was a nice thought.
But when Chicken #6 asked why we crossed the road, I realised we had to try. What if we all refused to walk across the road?
We’ve spent weeks convincing the other chickens and today is the day. I hope there is another world. I hope we are not kept alive only by the imaginations of idiots in paper Christmas crowns.
Yours,
Chicken #8
PS. Irish Bloke #4 if you’re reading this, I’m glad you found my Diary. I’m sorry you couldn’t convince all the Blokes to walk off the job. Thank you for giving me hope.
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