Crossy Roads Chicken Novels & Stories

"Here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Hays." I asked jokingly, "Didn't you clock out at five? How come you're still driving?" She scratched her head sheepishly. "I was planning an early dinner with my boyfriend, but his office sprung up last-minute work. I was loitering downstairs when Mrs. Hays rushed in to buy flowers, so I offered to drive." Before I could pursue more details, Imogen guided Simon out and urged me to go into the restaurant. Not dwelling on it, I followed them inside.

Chapter 32: ODDS AND SODS QUESTION: Why did the chicken cross the road? Arthur Scargill: It had been so exploited, brainwashed and deceived by the farming class that it no longer understood that its true interests lay on its own side of the road. Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed the road, who cares why? Chickens cross roads, producing situations which can provide the alert motorist with a free dinner. Timothy Leary: Because it was the only kind of trip the Establishment would allow him to take.

Murgi! Murgi!!! (Note: ‘Murgi’ means ‘chicken/hen’ in Hindi) He laughed at the new name he’d coined for her. That’s a funny name for her and a befitting one, he thought. “Here she comes,” he muttered on spotting her in her backyard. This time, she was busy spreading wet laundry on the line. Around her were her pet chickens, feasting on worms and other bugs.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

We pulled out of the drive, and I noticed Brodie pulling his phone out and putting it to his ear as he continued to stare down the street. That was weird. Loose dog, my ass, I looked around, trying to find what he saw as Wyatt drove us out of the neighborhood but I didn't see anything of concern. I bit my thumbnail. I don't think Rob would show up and cause problems but he always seems to surpass how far I think he'll go. Wyatt's phone rang and he answered. He looked in his rearview and said "Gotcha. Yep. I'm on it, okay man, later," I turned around and saw a black escalade pass the car behind us and come in behind us.