Once upon a time a chicken got the job of editor of Chickens Digest. The chicken thought that you had to train a lot in order to become an editor so to start gaining experience he became a journalist. Well, to be a journalist is extremely hard and difficult. To become a journilst you have to get an A+++++++++ in writingno you have to get an AAAAAA++++++++++++++ in writing; your life has to be devoted to writing. If you happen to be one of those people you should get the job an editor or journalist. So now lets get back to the lame old boring story. Dang it!!! You saw my fingers crossed behind my back. Fine the story really is very exciting and the story I am telling right has a very, very, very boring and non-exciting ending. So this chicken had to give up a lot to become editor. He had to no longer migrate (he is the only chicken in the world who migrates; now no chicken in the world migrates) In some cases he had to be observant of himself to tell people how chickens poop and pee; he had to be revived about a hundred times before he found out. He had to identify all of his employees before he could hire them. Even once he had to go to the doctor because he was temporally blind from a paper cut on both of his eyes. The doctor found out what was wrong by sticking a light in front of the chicken’s eye. The chicken saw a gleam and what do you know he could see again. The chickens said thank you doctor before my vision was extremely hazy. No problem said the doctor. It happens to every editor. So one day the chicken took a vacation. He bought a vessel, a canoe to be more specific. Then he commenced his journey on to Florida. Just then he discovered that on his way there would be a famine, but he said I must persist. And so to this day chicken, the editor is remembered as the greatest chicken that there was and will be.