Cows, chickens, sheep, pigs, and farmers who think they're in control.
“Now here’s one of the mysteries of the universe. … Which
came first?”
“Dang! … That cowhawk’s back.”
“Farmer Bob … your barn door’s open.”
As quickly as it had started, the egg fight was over.
Seconds before his ax fell, Farmer Dale suddenly noticed the chicken’s tattoo—the tattoo that marked them both as brothers of an ancient Tibetan order sworn to loyalty and mutual aid.
“So when Farmer Bob comes through the door, three of us circle around and … Muriel! Are you chewing your cud while I’m talking?”
“YO! FARMER DAVE! LET’S GO, LET’S GO, LET’S GO! … YOU GETTIN’ UP WITH US CHICKENS OR NOT?”
