the wisdom of chickens

"Ugh. Life, am I right? Wake up, go to shitty job, come home, shove pizza and beer into face, continue being a burden on Aunt Marnie. Over and over. Every fucking day. You wouldn't happen to know a way out, would you?"

"Bok."

"Nah, didn't think so. God, I love you guys. Love everything about you. You guys give us free food every day. Maybe a lot of people don't appreciate that, but I sure as hell do. And you don't ask for a thing in return other than some corn every now and then and a place to sleep."

"Bok?"

"Yeah. And in the summer? You guys are like tick vacuums. Makes life easier for the other animals. And us, for that matter."

"Bok bok..."

"Yeah, that's right, c'mere. There you go. Good girl. I'm really jealous of you guys, y'know? When you get fat, it's cute. When I get fat, I just get more and more unlovable. Not that I ever had a chance in the first place, but you guys got each other. I pretty much just have you guys."

"Bok?"

"Yeah... you're right. I shouldn't spit on Aunt Marnie like that. She didn't have to give me a chance. And Jas... well, I don't know how she feels about me. Probably doesn't care for me very much. But I really should be thankful. They haven't thrown me out on my ass. Not yet, anyway."

"Bok bok bok bok..."

"The farmer? Man, I can't tell you why they keep paying attention to me. Every night it seems these days they're in there, payin' off my beer, getting me pizzas and those nice peppers I like. And after I've been such a dick to them. They just keep comin'."

"Bok!"

"What? N-nah... they can't be into a guy like me. Can't be. I'm a piece of shit. I treated them like garbage. They... They'd deserve someone better than me..."

"Bok bok!"

"You think so?"

"Bok."

"...Y'know what? Maybe you have a point... Startin' tomorrow, I'm gonna try to be nicer. Maybe... maybe it'll go somewhere. Can't hurt to try, right?"

"Bok."

"Wish me luck, sweetheart."

"Bok."