Once upon a time in a sunny meadow, a horse and a chicken frolicked together. Their playful antics filled the air with laughter and camaraderie. But fate had other plans.
One day, the horse stumbled into a treacherous mud hole. The thick, clinging mud threatened to swallow him whole. Desperate, he called out to his feathered friend, the chicken, “Quick! Fetch the farmer! I need help!”
The chicken flapped its wings and raced to the nearby farm. Alas, the farmer was nowhere to be found. Undeterred, the chicken spotted the farmer’s sleek BMW parked by the barn. Inspiration struck—the car could be their salvation!
With determination, the chicken hopped into the BMW, revved the engine, and drove it back to the mud hole. Tying a sturdy rope to the car’s bumper, the chicken tossed the other end to the struggling horse. The horse braced himself as the BMW’s engine roared to life, pulling him from the mire. Triumphantly, they emerged—horse, chicken, and car—a united team.
Days passed, and the meadow remained their playground. But fate had another twist in store. This time, it was the chicken that found itself trapped in the same mud hole. Panic set in as the chicken sank deeper.
“Help!” cried the chicken. “Horse, fetch the farmer!”
The horse, wise from their previous adventure, surveyed the situation. “Fear not, my friend,” he said. “I have a plan.” He positioned himself over the hole, his sturdy legs spanning its width. “Grab hold of my ‘thingy’—my strong neck—and pull yourself up!”
And so, the chicken clung to the horse’s neck, using it as a lifeline. With a determined effort, it pulled itself to safety. The meadow echoed with relieved clucks and neighs.
The moral of the story: If you are hung like a horse, you don’t need a BMW to pick up a chick.
