Sheep, cows, and chickens all go willingly. I blame it on the chickens; cowed into being sheep. They give me headaches when they only know what they’ve been told. They call it faith. I call it subordination, and they don't argue. Like cartoon chickens, walking orderly in a line to a tree stump; where, upon receiving instructions, they strip off their feathers and hug god's bloody alter. This is followed by an air-conditioned cruise to the packaging center, where they will receive a delightful body wash and scrub. Included in the package is a bleaching and touchup pluck that will keep him thinking, "look at those thighs, those breasts, I want it all!!". And that’s not the half of it. What chicken’s existence would be complete without this; it’s a new styrofoam tray!!! Designed by industry leaders, the styrofoam tray is at least 3 times a good as any other tray. Enjoy the good times in your styrofoam tray. All this can be yours miss faithful cluck cluck, if you only know what you’ve been told!!
"Oh, but I don't know, the other one seems to make so much more sense", in a feminine chicken voice.