The Flying Chicken🐔

One day, a man walked into a butcher shop carrying a freshly slaughtered chicken. He handed it to the butcher and said, “Hey bro, can you cut this chicken into pieces for me?”

The butcher replied, Yeah sure. Just leave it here and come back in half an hour. I’ll have it ready.

Now, as fate would have it, the city’s judge passed by and walked into the same butcher shop. He looked at the chicken and said to the butcher, Give me that chicken.

The butcher froze and said, Uhh… that’s not mine. Someone else brought it in, and I don’t have any more to sell.

The judge calmly smiled and said, “Doesn’t matter. Just give it to me. If the owner comes, tell him… the chicken flew away.”

The butcher blinked, confused. “Sir, how can a dead chicken fly? I literally watched him kill it and give it to me.”

The judge leaned in and whispered, Look, I’m the judge. What’s the worst that could happen? He’ll come to court, and I’ll handle it.

The butcher sighed and muttered under his breath, May God protect me, …then handed over the chicken to the judge.

The judge left, and five minutes later, the actual owner of the chicken walked in. All done? he asked. The butcher wiped his sweat nervously and said, Yeah, umm… there’s a small problem. Your chicken… it, uh… flew away.

The man stared in disbelief. “Flew away?! Bro, I slaughtered it myself and gave it to you! Are you serious right now?

Things escalated quickly. Arguments turned into yelling. Finally, the chicken guy said, That’s it! We’re going to court!

They both set off toward the courthouse. On the way, they passed two men fighting one was Christian, the other Jewish. Trying to break them up, the butcher accidentally poked the Jewish guy in the eye hard. Boom. The guy lost his eye.

Now people surrounded the scene and said, That’s it. He’s going to court too!

Now the butcher had two cases on his head.

While walking to court with a mob behind him, the butcher panicked. He ran toward the nearby Church , climbed the tall Tower, and jumped off — …straight onto an old man who happened to be passing underneath.

The old man died on the spot.

Now there were three cases.

The butcher was grabbed by the angry crowd and dragged to the courthouse.

As soon as the judge saw the butcher, he smirked. Oh hey, look who it is! The flying chicken guy.

But when he was told about all the other charges the missing chicken, the lost eye, and the dead old man he held his head in his hands and sighed deeply.

Alright, he said. Let’s settle this one by one.

Case 1: The Chicken

The original owner shouted, He stole my chicken! I gave it to him after slaughtering it. Then he says it FLEW AWAY? Are you kidding me?!

The judge calmly asked, “Do you believe in God?”

The man replied, Of course.

The judge smiled, “Then what’s the big deal? If God can bring the dead back to life, why can’t a chicken fly after death?”

The man stood there stunned… and quietly dropped the case.

Case 2: The Eye

Now the Jewish man came forward. “This man blinded me. I want to blind him in return!”

The judge nodded, “Eye for an eye, I get it. But since you’re not of the same faith… you’ll have to blind BOTH his eyes first. Then you can take one. Fair?”

The man’s eyes widened in horror. “Uhhh, never mind. I take my case back.”

Case 3: The Dead Man

The old man’s son came forward.

“This guy jumped off the Church and killed my father! I want justice!”

The judge thought for a moment and said, “Alright. Here’s the deal. You’ll go climb that exact Tower. Then you jump down and land exactly on him. If he dies, justice is served.”

The son hesitated. “But what if I miss and die instead?!”

The judge shrugged, “Wasn’t my dad who got crushed. That’s not my problem.”

The guy looked around… and quietly backed off.

Moral of the story?

If you’ve got a chicken to offer the judge, …he’ll make any mess disappear even one that flew away.

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