11 August 2012
To get to the other side. You may think my story has ended but you were wrong!
On the other side of the road was a huge factory. Thick, acrid smoke puffed out of the gigantic chimneys. Vats of disgusting, crude oil blocked the path that the petrified, little chicken walked. Everything stunk of petrol. Confused and vulnerable, the chicken (who earlier had escaped from the farm where it was to be killed) waddled past the oil vats, sped through the army of filthy workers, crept through the enormous, creaky,metal gates and into the factory. The chicken has just entered the industrial revelution
Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road? • Opuss № I