[Cici and Dadam are running in preparation for her one-mile race next weekend. They hear a massed tweeting coming from a bush as they pass.]
Cici: Wow, there must be a lot of birds inside that bush.
Dadam: There sure must. That's the sad thing about fall, most of the birds fly south for the winter, and we won't hear them again until spring.
Cici: Yeah.
Dadam: Of course, not all the birds fly south - some stay all year long. Chickadees, cardinals, crows . . .
Cici: What about ducks?
Dadam: Well, some ducks might stay, if they're getting fed, but most ducks fly south, I think.
Cici: Well, what about chickens?
Dadam: Chickens? Well, chickens are farm birds - they're kept by people, so they don't fly anywhere. They don't have a choice.
Cici: Well, how did they get to the farm then?
Dadam: How did they get there?
Cici: Yeah. If they didn't fly there, how did they get there?
Dadam: Well, they hatched out of eggs.
Cici: Oh. [pause] So where did the eggs come from?
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