A Tale of Three Chickens

Once upon a time there were three chickens who decided to spend the afternoon at a water park. These particular chickens were broke and had no extra money for tube rentals.

Since most of the non-scary slides required a tube and they had no tubes AND they were in fact chicken of the tube-less slides, it made for an uneventful day at the park.

The girl chickens they were with had plenty of babysitting money, which meant that they were perfectly content being chickens because they could float around on their tubes, sunning their feathers and enjoy themselves in their own non-daring way.

At one point, the three boy chickens tried to heist the tubes of the three girl chickens but the three girl chickens were not having any of that. So, the boy chickens were left to piddle around in the wave pool and kiddie areas and dream about the day that courage would come their way.

A sad scene indeed.

Enter a Tall Handsome Man With A Somewhat Sexy Farmer's Tan which we will refer to hereafter as THMWASSFT.

THMWASST is not of the chicken variety. In fact, it is true that he only throws up on things that go upside down. Since none of the slides go upside down, he was in a position to change the destiny of the three chickens.

He took them to the information board. They read about the thrill of climbing seven stories up only to plunge head first down at a rate of 50 feet per second!

THMWASST was convincing, persuasive, compelling, influential and even inspiring.

One by one the three little chickens started to find their courage. They gathered their feathers about them and clucked over to the speed slides.

The little white chicken lingered behind the others but he did indeed make the long and distant walk.

The three chickens and THMWASSFT waited in line.

The line was long.

The anxiety mounted.

If most regular people would wonder with apprehension about the stability of all those old wooden stairs, you can imagine the angst and distress of the three chickens.

With hearts racing, they began the long climb.

Up they went.

Up. Up. Up.

Finally, they reached the top.

THMWTSSFT went first, to prove that he would arrive safely at the bottom alive and well.

Sure enough there was not so much as a scrape on that sexy farmer tanned man.

One by one, the three chickens took the plunge.

Head first, they soared down that wicked, slippery chute.

At the bottom, smiles replaced fright and confidence

replaced trepidation.

The three chickens were chicken no more!

They couldn't wait to find the three girl chickens and rub the news into their beaks!

Ah, the fabulous-ness of shedding the name "Chicken"!

The three former chickens patted each other on the back and walked off into the sunset.

The moral of the story?

• Have the courage to try.
• Face your fears.
• String a camera around your own neck and claim the job of resident photographer so they'll never know you're the biggest chicken of them all..