Twisted Reality

I followed silently from one room to the next. Always a few steps ahead of me. Always growing distant. Yet I persevered, my determination unwavering.

I could see a glimpse and nothing more, growing in size as it got more and more excited, leaving one room and entering the next. I chased it. I had to catch it, if only to take one long hard look and marvel at it.

It grew in size and height and moved faster than my tiny footsteps. It buk buk buk’ed its way before it escaped from me. So I ran. I finally caught it. And I stood right there before it. At last. I’ve finally caught… the big chicken.

Cock-a-doodle-doo…

But, in my twisted early morning dream, my chicken turned out to be… a rooster.

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And with that dream, the quandary of the Chicken or the Egg comes to an end. After nearly three years, 760+ posts, thousands of comments, over 205,000 visits and several friendships along the way, I have found the answer:

It was never the chicken. It was never the egg.
Neither one had made it.
It was to be about... ChickyBabe.

Thank you. Farewell. Au revoir...

Text by ChickyBabe - Copyright © 2007 Chicken or the Egg – All Rights Reserved.