Jan 17, 2009

Food Guilt: Ruining Futures

A pure white soul lies waiting for its time to hatch. It thinks about its future, about all the places it will see, eggs it will lay, all the roads it will cross.

Oh, but what have I done? There is no future for this soul. It is lost forever, left to wander the endless realm of  darkness (in my stomach). It is impossible to redeem myself in the eyes of the chicken community.

Now this lost soul will never make it across the road. 

"Why would such a chicken cross the road?", you might ask.

It would have braved many obstacles, faced many hurdles, just simply, to get to the other side.

1 comment:

ama said...

What a saga! Such pathos! The end of the trail! I love it!

Your ama