A chicken was flying across town to buy some
leather made out of otter's skin as a present for her brother. Getting rather
tired, she searched for a place to rest her weary wings. Looking down, she spied an Easter parade in
which a huge crucifix was being carried down the street in
the same direction she happened to be going. Being an
opportunistic fowl, she perched on top of the crucifix. No one was wondering why the "chicken
crossed the road", but rather, why the "chicken rode the cross".
Only the chicken knew the answer: "to get to the otter's hide".
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