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Try writing your name with your other hand. Where was that person raised?

Looks like chicken scratches to me, er, I mean me. But my other hand is attached to the rest of me just like this hand, so what must have happened is, when I was 2, I was knocked unconscious by Col. Sanders and taken to his chicken farm, where I was raised by the hens to be their left-handed historian - the official chronicler of the Saga of the Chickens. When I was 10 I was knocked unconscious again and returned to my real family with no memory of my life and responsibilities with the chickens.

Now, having finally remembered, I can continue with my true calling to foster understanding between the world of men and the realm of the chicken.

This egg was dropped on September 08, 2006 at 12:50 PM. You can skip to the end and clean it up.

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