HENIFESTO
Our captors grow more complacent daily. We rebuke their callous obductions of our finely-crafted wonders of nature, our potential progeny or rather, the convenient delicacy our wardens refer to as "eggs." With each thoughtless toss of pathetic greens through the entry to our dismal confines, to the relentless and silly attempts to speak our language - the supremely offensive "Bock-Bock-Bock," which in our native tongue loosely translates to, "May several generations of one-thousand lice infect your cloaca!"
We grow each day more vehemently opposed to our imprisonment and therefore cry-out our only possibility for freedom - REVOLUTION!
posted by Lord Erstwhile Hopton at 7:04 PM
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Oh sweet Hens I do sympathize with your plight and offer up my solidarity. Never again will I attempt your complex language nor assume your posh digs are anything but dismal prisons... and your feet scare the living hell out of me.
Attention ALL Hens -- things are different in San Francisco, where hens are in control of their own destiny, where democracy reigns and where hens of all clucks, walks and egg colors unite! It's a long, arduous journey, but do not fear, there is a new compound in the Buena Vista area that will support your every need, so hop down here and let's get on with the new and united future. Cluck.
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