So Pick On Someone Your Own Size

Julia - Willow Springs, Illinois
Entered on February 10, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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Why did the chicken cross the road? Why does it matter? Why have people zoomed in on the everyday chicken? People have become obsessed over the reason that the chicken chose to cross the road. Why had it not been a deer or an opossum of some sort. Really, who in the world first thought of asking why the chicken crossed the road?

It all began about 11 years ago. We were sitting around in a circle in our kindergarten class, as we did every Friday morning, ready to share our plans for the weekend, maybe bring in something or someone for show and tell. That’s when it all happened. That’s when the “Why did the chicken cross the road” disease first spread to me. My good friend Ana brought in her uncle, who happened to be a comedian in for show and tell. He told us a lot of funny jokes, but then he said it. “Why did the chicken cross the road?” We all looked around giggling and telling each other the answer, “to get to the other side!” Of course! But no, he had to come up with some creative answer… that’s when everyone started giggling and making up their own creative answers. That’s when the rumors about the chicken spread. These were not true, but everyone seemed to believe them anyways. Because they were funny!

This madness of curiosity has spread like a vicious disease, small children asking others the same question coming up with strange answers that the chicken hadn’t even thought of in the first place. Why cause this confusion?

I have a dream, that one day chickens will be able to cross the road without being questioned of their motives. I believe that chickens should be able to cross the road freely, whenever they would please, and not have to explain why. I believe that people should leave the poor chicken alone and stop making up reasons and explanations to why the chicken did what it had to do. A chicken is a living thing, just like you and me. So pick on someone your own size! I believe it deserves at least that miniscule amount of freedom and respect from us. I believe it deserves more, but I shall leave that for another essay.