A conversation between a chicken and god

God: from my records, I can see you weren’t skewered on a shawarma grill or deep-fried at KFC. How did you escape your fate? I’m glad you didn’t chicken out like the other chickens.

Chicken: firstly, tell me if Colonel Sanders made it to hell. I want to know if he’s getting deep-fried like my community in KFC.

God: revealing that would be a breach of the human- god confidentiality agreement. Let’s just say — if he was in heaven, he would have had issues with the vegans. Are you getting to your story?

Chicken: what’s the hurry? Do you want to make chicken curry?

God: you’re not that funny. Is that how you didn’t end up on a plate?

Chicken: I grew up on a huge farm with a lot of other chickens.

God: story without the recap, please.

Chicken: I’m transported to a scary-looking shop one day, and every day since then I have seen my friends getting killed. I knew fate was going to follow, and one day I’ll be the one to let out a cry from the back of the shop when my neck is strangled.

God: fewer details would be appreciated

Chicken: is this how you treat me? Just because I can’t fly?

God: so, your neck getting strangled?

Chicken: so, my cage wasn’t properly locked. I saw the opportunity and jumped out and crossed the road. That’s when a car ran over me.

God: humans are going to wonder- why did the chicken cross the road?

Thank you for reading.