Life is mystery, sometimes things happen to get our attention on more important things which we would miss otherwise.

For example if I did not witness to that ugly incident with that scooter I would never go to my local newspaper web-page and I would never discover that my city is suffering under the terror of the chickens.

Well you might be thinking what is happened to me, but try imagine that it happens in your neighborhood, you are nicely walking to your home and than suddenly you are attacked by gang of chicken especially in this uncertain time when we are in high alert state 'cause of bird flu.
God knows they might be infected by H5N1 virus, after all chicken are birds and who could ever trust them they are virus free.

Honestly I would not be surprised that my city becomes frontrunner in organizing it self in the fight against this plague.
Groups like "No Chicken - Vigilantes" or even more extreme some kind of KO KO KO clan.

But wait a minute, my city is not harsh nest, I'm sure there would be thousands people coming on the streets to protect the chicken, from simple demonstrators to gratify guerilla or even hardcore ones chaining them self on the ground and laying in front of trucks who would to deport chickens to another arias or even sadly to the execution camps.

And now I'm asking my self what should I do?
Should I sit like little Buddha pretend its not my concern?
Or should I finally grab this opportunity to say my point and profile my stand in this life.



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