Defining the word chicken

According to Merriam- Webster a chicken is defined as such:

the common domestic fowl (Gallus gallus) especially when young; also : its flesh used as food -

This is not the only definition for the word chicken. I know this for fact. I saw a great T-shirt in the What on Earth catalog that sums it up.

"They say I have A.D.D but they just don't understand. Oh Look! A Chicken!"

I found that to be the most accurate description of A.D.D. that I have ever seen, for... I see chickens all the time. Curious creatures, those chickens. They pop up in the strangest of places. Sometimes I alone see them, sometimes they're visible by others,but they are there... lying in wait to jump out in front of the unsuspecting victim.

It doesn't matter what I am doing, they will show themselves. For instance, I can go outside to water my plants. A chicken will run by toward the flowerbed and point at weeds growing between the the plants I'm intending to water. I chase this chicken and quickly dispose of it while simultaneously pulling up those pesky weeds.

Before I get back to watering the plants, another chicken will run by beckoning me to inspect my rosebushes behind the privacy fence. The hunter in me dashes off to slay yet another chicken while inspecting my roses for blackspot. Once that chicken is dead and I'm on my way back to water my plants, yet another chicken clucks by holding a ringing telephone. I chase it down, answer the phone, thus slaying a 3rd chicken whilst engaging in casual conversation. The conversation ends. The phone is hung up and I head back outside to water the plants. On my way, I am yet again accosted by a 4th chicken. This chicken is attached to my Boston Terrier "Lily" who happens to be smashing her slimy, dog slobber covered, squeaking dog toy against my leg and staring at me with a hopeful look on her face. I slaughter yet another chicken by tossing the slimy dog toy. This is done more with the intent to remove the slimy mess from my leg than to entertain the dog or even kill the chicken. I then remember that I still have yet to water my plants. I head back towards the door and a giant chicken approaches, this time sitting atop of my 5 yr old child's head. The child informs me that this evil chicken has knocked over her cup of red juice which is now being absorbed by my once off-white carpet. To make a long story short, the plants never get watered. At least I managed to slay a few chickens. Thats something isn't it?
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