Manhattan Chicken Caper
So my sweet nephew goes to college in New York. He’s taking some kind of class that requires animals. Don’t ask, too complicated for me. There were a few chickens in this class. Real, live chickens. One of the kids in the class asked to take one home. The kid takes it and, after a while, lets the chicken go in the middle of Manhattan. I wouldn’t want to be left alone in Manhattan, not for all the money in the world. But a poor defenseless chicken, really? Who does that? The next day my nephew sees the chicken in the rain in Manhattan. The chicken was lost and not a soul around wanted to help this poor defenseless creature. We always heard New Yorkers were selfish. I heard they have rats bigger than chickens in New York. He could be eaten by one of those monsters. So my sweet nephew decides he’s going to catch this chicken. While he’s chasing it the poor bird gets entangled in traffic and gets hit by a car. My nephew notices the chicken is sti