...to escape the bumpy car ride. Today someone gave Irene a gift of a chicken. Consequently, it had to come on the car ride home with us all the way from Raila, with a brief stop in Karen, and finally to Chris and Irene’s home. The poor chicken was very unhappy during the last league of the journey as we bumped our way down the dirt and rock street that leads to our house. It clucked its disapproval without restraint and made an escape attempt or two from its cardboard box. Several feathers were loosed during the traumatic experience. This adventure answers the question that I am sure no one in history had previously thought to ponder: would a chicken enjoy an amusement park? The answer, according to a hen whose eggs are now all scrambled, is a resounding NO!!!
~Bethany
The Language of Reverse Culture Shock
14 years ago
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