The chicken won't cross the road. It's not who he is. It doesn't make him happy. That chicken was the last remaining. Unless you protect it, it is already dead.
Chicken go crossing road.
And some mysteries were never meant to be solved. The chicken wants to cross the road, Mommy. There is an ancient Indian saying that a chicken lives only as long as the last person that remembers it crossing the road. It had to get back to that safe place we talked about. Because it was in for a little barbecue, heh-heh.