I’m not sure if you realized this, but chickens are actually very intellectual. This point was driven home to me this week as I sat on the lounge chair in the yard, trying to decide which book to read.
On the one hand, I hand Creepers. It’s a nice schlocky horror novel, complete with boarded up buildings, bad foreshadowing and “intrepid” young’ns feeling the need to investigate.
On the other hand, there was Kon-Tiki. A non-fiction adventure/sciency kind of book. You got your crew of 6, your flying fish, your ancient legends being proven/disproven. I’ve loved all of his other books, but it’s not fluff.
In any case, I lay out both books and asked the ladies, “Ladies, which book shall we read today?” And the response was clear:
In the end, I chose Creepers. I’m sure the ladies are thoroughly disgusted with me, but it didn’t stop them from stealing the cheese from my sandwich.