No one reads your drivel anyway, so write something else.
Several chickens gathered in a kind of 'town hall' meeting in Muncie.
Following the minutes being read, one of the chickens spoke:
"I think perhaps we should consider doing less pecking, and more laying."
Another of the chickens considered the statement, and concurred:
"With more laying, there will be more food for the people, and more babies for us."
Then it was put to a vote: "All in favor of less pecking, raise your paw" said the foreman.
Many arms popped up, but not in unamonimity.
One chicken sat stoic, with arms crossed, and a vigilantly angry look upon his face.
"Why do you not participate in the arms being put to the air, Phlegmus?"
Questioned the stately, yet gaunt, Mildred Fernfeathers, of Parsippiny.
The chicken did not answer. He remained motionless, and clearly irate.
The next order of business was then proceeded to.
"Why must we poop all over our land and cages? Are we not civilized?" Stated the foreman.
A vote was then taken to install a very expensive plumbing system that the chickens could use to expel excrement.
Again, Phlegmus refused to accede to the majority, drawing the ire of Verne Legfeathers,
Who was a stickler for sanitary conditions in the barnyard.
"Why do you not vote for cleanliness, Von Phlegmus? Must we live in filth and risk possible dysentery?"
Finally, amongst the silence of the pecking chickenry, Phlegmus spoke:
"I'm quite angry. I'm not sure why. Possibly it's this inclement weather, or perhaps some type of splenic disorder, but I appear to be in quite a 'fowl' mood!"
The chickens all gave a polite chuckle to Phlegmus' pun, as he had been preparing to use it for about seven weeks now, and had made it quite clear he was going to do so, and concluded the meeting in ernst.
"Wow! That guy's an idiot" commented Ricky Lange, one of the chicken tenders from Mulvaney, Texas.
Phlegmus was then remanded to a holding cell in Gentry, Alaska, until he could be tried on charges of Contempt of Court in an unrelated case in Biloxi. Several days later he was found in a can of Progresso Chicken and Stars soup in Armenia.
"Delicious" stated Mildred Fernfeathers-Legfeathers, who had recently married Verne, but decided to give up her maiden name in the process.