I was clipping along at a jaunty pace through the sand hills region of Eastern North Carolina, heading towards the next performance. It was a beautiful day. The sky was that Tarheel blue. I tell you true, a prettier sky cannot be found. Highway 74 stretched out ahead with tobacco plants off the port side and soybeans off the starboard. Driving is inherent to the life of a puppeteer like me and I tend to enjoy it.
Suddenly I looked out the passenger side window to see a chicken flying straight towards the truck. The chicken was side-view mirror high and accelerating.
I never knew that chickens could fly. Not like this. I also never knew that a chicken’s face could display such angst. Eyes penetrating, beak ajar, chicken feet splayed wide open; it is an image that I cannot erase after all of these years. I felt I had looked into the eyes of terror itself, albeit for a fleeting moment.
Then the chicken was gone. She went up and over the truck and did not re-appear. Nothing on my side of the truck, nothing underneath, just nothing. The bird had vanished, like a chicken banshee racing away from some unknown hell close on her heels.
I rolled on in silent awe, wondering what I had just seen and wondering why. I rolled on past the tobacco, past the soybeans. I rolled on towards the next performance.
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perhaps the chicken was being chased by Colonel Sanders. No, wait, Colonel Sanders is dead. Perhaps the chicken was being chased by the ghost of Colonel Sanders. That's why the chicken was flying.
I was driving near my home and a swan did almost the same thing.A frickin' SWAN!
we like your puppets they look awesome.my favorite puppet is your greenish one with red pupils he looks so so cool.=)my two sisters favorite puppet is salsa Cinderella.we watched your videos on you other web site they are cool=).and if you are wondering who we are. this is the family that went to puppets fest Midwest.we went to the puppet exhibit you were showing how to make puppets and we went over to the table that you were at and we watched you.and we went to your show and you gave us your autograph well thats us=)
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