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the gas pumps and the same guy
began to fill up the van. Then I heard
someone shout 'there's a chicken!',
and off he went after it."
There was silence between us for a
moment.
"Well, anything is possible," I
said, shrugging my shoulders in
answer to the look on his face.
"Why don't you go ask if their
chicken is missing its toes, we're not
in such a hurry now," I suggested.
"Well, the chickens are your
department, why don't you do it," my
husband cajoled.
I gave him the "your reasoning is
illogical, but I'1l bail you out
anyway" look and set off across the
parking lot.
In their kiosk, the gas bar
attendants were still laughing and
enjoying the novelty of the chicken.
They were just about 'round to "what
are we going to do with it?" when I
arrived.
"Excuse me, may I have a look at
that chicken's toes, please?" The
four teenaged gas bar attendants,
squashed in the narrow kiosk for a
look at the chicken, laughed. "I have
one very similar to it, at home," I
continued. "I'm sure this isn't mine,
but we thought I should check before
we drove off," I concluded by way of
explanation.
"Sure," replied the chicken's
captor, raising it to my eye level so
everyone could get a better look.
"Ehh, I'm pretty sure this is my
chicken," I admitted as I examined
the knobbly grey chicken feet
missing their first joints. No one in
the kiosk disputed my claim, as they
hurried out to tend a sudden rush of
customers. Our gas bar attendant
carried the chicken over to the van.
We emptied some children's
books out of a plastic container and
placed it over the chicken to serve as
a cage for the remainder of the
journey. Unperturbed, the chicken
settled itself on the floor of the van.
We thanked the gas bar attendant for
catching what turned out to be our
chicken, and speculated with him
about places a chicken, with very
short toes, could ride under a van.
Places that would protect her during a
30 -mile ride through December's
slushy road muck without dirtying or
disturbing a feather.0