Sunday, September 28, 2008

Cici Discovers An Existential Mystery.

[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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