Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

  Really?  That is the question for the day.  Mommy kissed all of us goodbye this morning and walked out the door.  We heard her chuckling from the front porch.  Why do you ask?  Look closely at the picture above.  Across the street in the yard, there was a chicken.  A real goodness chicken.  Why did it cross the road?  Probably because it knew of mom’s passion for fried chicken?  Snorts and rolls around in piggy laughter.

Never fear – the chicken is live and well.  Mom knocked on the owner’s door and told him his chicken was out.  He said it got out of his chicken house. What a thought.  There’s an escaped chicken in our hood.

 

Bacon’s Tales of Terror

 Welcome my friends to another Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  I hope the spooks and goblins haven’t been chasing you down… too much – snorts.  Today we have a situation that could happen to the best of us.  Something that would scare most of us… or would it?

 Here you are walking down your street minding your own business thinking of pleasant things.  Perhaps thinking of what to have for dinner or visiting a friend ‘just down the street’.  Then all of a sudden the wind picks up, the trees start to sway and out of the blue the clouds start to come over head.  You pick up your pace a bit because you know all heck is to break loose overheard.

Then that’s when you hear it.  After every step, you hear a step behind you.  You quickly turn but there’s no one there but the wind and leaves swooshing about.  It gets darker.  Then you pass a drainage hole in the sidewalk and you look down.  Oh my piggy heavens… is that a hand coming out?  What do you do?  A double take at the ‘hand’?  Do you pick up your pace hearing the steps behind you getting closer?  Do you scream?  Do you run?  What do you do my friends?