You get out of your car and ask Charlie just where he thinks he is going with that chicken.
"hey hey, where do you think you're going with that chicken?!" you ask.
Charlie laughs. " oh this is YOUR chicken. "
"MY chicken?!" you splutter.
"no, my chicken."
You scratch your head. "ummm..."
"how'd you guess?" asks Charlie, startled.
"Guess?"
That's it you decide right then and there. Charlie has become a madman.
The End
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