Chicken barbecue (An absurd tale)

"How did that chicken get in your head and lay that massive egg?"

The doctor's question stunned me. I had an egg in my head? He took an x-ray. It confirmed the presence of an enormous chicken egg inside my cranium. It was destroying my brain.

"Get it out!" I shouted.

"We can't do that. We don't want to destroy the chicken fetus."

"We don't?"

"Just imagine how many people a chicken that big could feed."

I tried imagining it, but I couldn't. The egg was destroying my brain.

They kept my head in an incubator for a few days. When the chick hatched it was huge. When it was fully grown they butchered it and invited everyone who lived in the Sacramento city limits to a chicken barbecue. The leftovers fed the county.

And I've got a hole in my forehead too large to cover with a cowboy hat.

© 2007 Jim Wittenberg