Rubes by Leigh Rubin for July 12, 2012

It’s an empty dirt road with weedy grass. Did you expect Vegas on the other side, you dumb clucker?

The grass is always greener somewhere else. Which raises the conundrum that someone must find your patch of grass greener than their current patch.

Stand in the middle of the road; it won’t be long before you’ll see the afterlife.(Or not, who the heck knows.)

Find a busier road.

Depends on where you are. I’ve been to places where crossing the road is taking your life into your hands – and reaching the other side is pure adrenaline.

I dream of a world in which chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.

So the big question of “Why” remains unanswered.

Now, teach the technique to the possum.

Puzzled pullet.