I hadn’t planned to blog again today. Then this big chicken story broke.
Behold, Big Boss:
As a writer for CNN observed, “It’s like the prologue to a poultry-themed apocalypse novel.”
It demands a response.
First, let me establish my chicken credentials, so Big Boss knows who he is dealing with.
I have a rooster-themed spoon holder.
And a Chickens Of the World dish towel.
I welcome chickens from other countries.
And celebrate differently-abled chickens.
Now the truth is, if Big Boss is breeding an army, it’s likely that he sees us as a viable target and might be plotting a takeover.
We need a plan, people. Because even though my local supermarket can rotisserie this guy’s little cousins like nobody’s business…
…and I’ve rumbled with a chicken or two myself
This may call for something bigger.
But never fear, friends.
We have Beyonce.