One quiet afternoon, a man was driving down a lonely country road, humming along to the radio and enjoying the peaceful scenery. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields. As he rounded a gentle curve, something caught his eye—a flash of movement beside his car.
He glanced to his left and blinked in disbelief. A chicken was running alongside his vehicle, its little legs a blur.
“That’s odd,” he thought. “Chickens don’t run that fast.”
Curious, he checked his speedometer—30 mph.
His eyebrows shot up. “Am I crazy, or is this chicken keeping pace with me at 30 mph?”
Determined to test this bizarre phenomenon, he pressed the gas pedal a little harder. The car accelerated to 40 mph.
To his shock, the chicken didn’t fall behind. It kept up effortlessly, its tiny feet pounding the ground in perfect sync with his car.
“This can’t be right,” the man muttered. “No chicken can run this fast!”
His curiosity now fully ignited, he pushed the speed up to 50 mph. The chicken didn’t even flinch. It matched his speed without breaking a feather.
Leaning closer to the window, the man squinted at the bird—and that’s when he noticed something even stranger.
“Wait… does that chicken have… three legs?!”
Indeed, the chicken had an extra limb, all three drumsticks pumping furiously as it raced beside him.
*”A three-legged chicken running 50 miles per hour? Am I dreaming? How can this be real?”*
His heart pounded with excitement. He had to know more.
Gripping the wheel, he accelerated to 60 mph. The chicken didn’t just keep up—it surged ahead, overtaking his car before making a sharp, high-speed left turn down a side road without slowing down.
The man slammed the brakes, skidding slightly as he whipped his car onto the same road. But the chicken was gone. Vanished.
Just as he was about to give up, he spotted an old farmer collecting his mail near a weathered fence.
Pulling over, the man rolled down his window. *”Hey! Did you just see a three-legged chicken come tearing down this road at 60 miles per hour?”*
The farmer barely looked up. “Yup. Saw him. He was one of mine.”
“One of yours?!” the man exclaimed.
The farmer nodded calmly. “Yup. I raise three-legged chickens.”
“But… why?”
The farmer sighed, as if he’d explained this a hundred times before. “Well, ya see, I love eatin’ the drumstick. My wife loves eatin’ the drumstick. And now our little boy’s taken a likin’ to ‘em too. Got tired of us fightin’ over who gets the legs, so I figured—why not breed a chicken with three?”
The man’s jaw dropped. “That’s… incredible! Congratulations on your scientific breakthrough! But tell me… how do they taste?”
The farmer scratched his head and sighed again.
“Well… I don’t know. Never been able to catch one.”
What do you think?
- Could a three-legged chicken really run that fast?
- Would you try to catch one, or just admire its incredible speed?
- And most importantly… if you did catch it, how would you cook those three delicious drumsticks?
Drop your thoughts in the comments! 🐔💨
