A man walks into a bar.

A man walks into a bar.

A chicken crosses the road. Everyone is going from Point A to Point B like contentment is out of style. The man finished his drink and took a cab. The chicken clucked in terror as

the cab rolled over it's spindly neck, decapitating it. The chicken lay there, motionless. "It was for the best," he said, thinking of the amount of bad jokes that chickens cause.

Seemingly adding insult to injury, he watched the chicken get up and meander across the road headlessly several times before a schoolbus full of

juvie hall kids came by & noticed the blood and chicken feathers scattered on the road. A skinny kid named Fardo wiggled out of the bus window & picked up the dead chicken head.

He smiled, holding the dead chicken in his skinny hands. What did he planned to do with it? He didn't really looked like a sorcerer, though. So I started laughing. He got annoyed

and tore the chicken's head from it's body. I frowned. He squeezed the fluids from the dead bird into a pile of what looked like sticks, but upon closer inspection were actually sh

rubbery covered with elderberries. How odd. "Is there some significance to that?" I asked him. "Yeah. It covers up the raw poultry smell," he said and set it alight. Smoke rose

in aromatic curls from the smoldering thing. The Wise Elderberries, leaders of all the berry tribes, began to scream in agony. The two fiends cackled & danced, tossing raw poultry

couscous, lemon, curried spice. Turn the cauldron on low and let it stew for 6 hours. Fairy Gumbo serves 8 and counts as 2 meats and 1 vegetable on weight watchers.