Part 1 - What's That?

The chicken startled us the first time we saw it. We’d walked along East President Street many nights without noticing.

"Was that real?" you asked just after we’d passed.

"I don’t know…" I murmured, turning to look behind us. "A chicken wouldn’t just sit on someone’s front stoop."

"No, I suppose not," you replied. "Maybe it’s a ghost?" you giggled.

"A ghost CHICKEN!" I exclaimed. "Well, I guess if there’d be a ghost chicken, it would be here. We ARE the ‘Most Haunted City In America.’

"It’s probably just a stuffed chicken," you suggested, laughing. "Still odd, but not supernatural."