Professor Chanticleer Spatchcock opened the meeting with what he knew to be an icebreaker, a canard that had made the rounds for years, but somehow had remained unheard among his well-feathered flock of colleagues. It was neither profound nor profane. And yet, not fit to utter at dinner table with peeps present. So, he told it with
some abandon. “If fruit comes from a fruit tree, from what kind of a tree does a chicken
come?” Pausing in such a way as to pretend an answer might be forthcoming, knowing
full-well his flocked faithful were lost in afterthoughts of tonight’s dessert, he longed to
lengthen the caesura but found himself unable not to blurt “A Poul-TREE!” You could
have heard a feather molt.
July 31, 2025 [Issue 46]
Grey Sparrow Journal 