There also are evil objects like the rake I stepped on this morning that flew up and laid a three-inch welt on my brow. The rake whose parents were not married. A chicken doesn't cross the road to get to the other side. He crosses to get run over. A chicken is born to do stupid things.
Chickens stand around in the rain, looking up with their mouths open until they drown.
Chickens don't even die when you cut off their heads. They wander around for an hour, wondering why it got so dark. So, you take your average dead chicken and turn it into trout flies and you are inhabiting each one of those flies with the Spirit of Dumb. The fellow with the chicken hackle farm has roosters in the chickenyard that think they're just chickens. They don't know they're wearing mufflers that trout fly tiers would kill for.