El pollo de Frederick
Once upon a time there was a chicken. His name was Frederick. Frederick was a chicken of high standing. He like to stand on tall objects. However, he was down very low on the social scale. This was because he was a wimp. In a society with its main emphasis based solely on the ability to fight, and/or gain food, this was a great flaw. Frederick wandered around by himself for most of the day, wishing he had an umbrella. Of course, he could just go into the chicken coop when it rained, like he always did, but Frederick thought umbrellas were awesome. Umbrellas ARE awesome. One day, a great conundrum was placed on Frederick's head. The conundrum talked to him while perching on top of Frederick's head. The conundrum was presented to him by a politically correct bystander, who asked, "Wouldn't a male chicken be a rooster?" Now, this befuddled Frederick. He certainly didn't look like a rooster, but he had never laid an egg. Would that qualify him as a male chicken? Poor Frederick had to listen to the conundrum on his head talk nonstop, and he didn't care what the conundrum had just bought at The Gap. Frederick didn't even like name-brand clothing. But the conundrum prattled on and on, and Frederick decided to do something about it. He journeyed throughout the jungle, where the Supreme Umbrella found him and hovered above his head, pointing out that "chicken" was a generic term used for both male and females, unlike the terms "hen" and "rooster". The Supreme Umbrella forever floated over Frederick's head, so he didn't have to go inside the chicken coop when it rained. He always went inside anyway. The End.