A chicken casually walked into a quiet local library, marched right up to the circulation desk, looked the librarian dead in the eye, and loudly squawks:
“Book, book, BOOK!”
The thoroughly bewildered librarian, deciding it was much easier to comply than to argue with poultry, handed over a couple of thick mystery novels. She watched out the window in utter fascination as the chicken gripped the books, struts out the door, walks across the street, hustles through an open field, and disappears down a steep hill.
The very next afternoon, the chicken was back.
It marched straight up to the main desk, slammed the previous day’s novels down onto the counter, and demanded even more aggressively:
“Book, Book, BOOK, BOOK!”
Amused and incredibly curious, the librarian handed over a fresh stack of paperbacks. Once again, she watched the determined bird drag the heavy literature away into the distance.
On the third day, the chicken appeared yet again. It dropped the books on the desk and practically shrieked:
“Book, Book, Book, BOOK!!”
Driven mad by pure curiosity, the librarian decided she could no longer just sit there. The moment the chicken lunged out the front door with a brand-new pile of books, she slipped on her coat and stealthily followed the bird—tracking it across the street, through the grassy field, and all the way down the steep hill.
The trail led directly to the edge of a small, secluded pond.
Sitting on a large, flat rock at the water’s edge was the largest, most pompous-looking green bullfrog the librarian had ever laid eyes on.
The chicken confidently trotted right up to the rock, proudly dropped the stack of literature at the frog’s webbed feet, and clucked: “Book, Book, Book!”
The massive frog hopped over, used its front leg to casually flip through the pages with an air of supreme boredom, shook its head, and loudly croaked:
“Read it, read it, read it…”
