My philosphy on chickens

I have a lot of notebooks.

Usually, I start writing in a notebook for a specific purpose:  Assignments for a certain school subject, a new writing project, or because I can't find the one I want to use.  Over time, they've piled up on my bookshelf, filled with random sentences and math equations from my past.  The problem is that most of them still have lots of good paper in them.  Last week I needed a notebook, so I grabbed one off the shelf.  I'm not exactly sure how old I was when I began this particular one, but I'm thinking maybe eight or ten.  In the back I found this amusing little piece:

My Greatest Fear:  Chickens

I love my dad, but I strongly dislike his chickens.  I used to like them when I was really little, but ever since I saw how Dad's rooster Scottie turned from nice to really mean, they have scared me.  Have you ever noticed that they also have really creepy little eyes?  They just stare at you from their tiny little heads.  I can still remember Dad having all these scars from where Scottie would peck him or something like that.  He could even get Dad through steel-toed boots!  Actually, it's pretty amazing when you think about it, but even more scary!  It they wanted to take over the world they could hurt everyone even if they wore steel-toed boots!  Of course, they couldn't take over the world because they have teeny-tiny brains.  My dad told me that they have brains the size of peas and that they rely mostly on instinct to survive.  I wish God had not put it in their instinct to be mean to people!  But I guess that is how they survive.  God is definitely smarter than all the humans in the world so he must know what he is doing. 


So, in case you ever wondered what I thought about chickens, you are now completely released from the suspense.  Just remember to watch out for those roosters:  they can get you with steel-toed boots!  :) 

I hope that I am not the only one who finds this hilarious.