Of Ambition
The chicken laid there, rested, thinking about its Shell. From the day he thought he has found freedom from a wretchet confinement of calsium, he is brought into a bigger Shell, of even greater pressure and obstructions. The Shell didn’t seem all so bad after a while, though it was known that it usually get shipped in large quantities to bakeries….
Though that wasn’t really what it was thinking, its chain of thought dwell on the more philosophical. Why did "i" break from the Shell? And what now? Do i break from this bigger Shell? Why is there a monkey approaching me with a cleaver? What’s beyond that fence in the horizon?
