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I was making a turn into my office building’s parking lot this morning when I had to suddenly slam on the brakes.

Because a chicken was crossing the road.

Wtf?

For those of you who don’t know, my office is situated in Mid Valley. I don’t think there is any farm or barnyard within a 5-mile radius. So I’m struggling to figure out where my feathery jaywalking friend could have come from.

Nando’s? Kenny Roger’s? I guess they ain’t kidding when they say their food is fresh.

But I’m guessing it could have strayed off from the Indian temple nearby. Maybe it was a sacrificial lamb - er, chicken. I’m not sure but I reckon they do this sort of thing at temples, don’t they?

Well, nevertheless, let it be known that I brake for pedestrians and poultry.

I’m not exactly in the running to be the next PETA spokesperson though because I honestly did feel like running the stupid chicken down once or twice because it was taking so bloody long to get to the other side of the road. It acted like walking in a straight line can only be accomplished by creatures of a higher pecking order. It’d strut about and look confused, generally giving the impression that it was better off sandwiched between two mayo-slathered buns with lettuce and tomatoes.

Would it be any surprise to say that I had a McChicken for lunch?

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