Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 02, 2009

Ah, the piano playing chicken! Those used to be old time amusements. The chicken would peck at the piano keys, and get a little feed as a reward.

Thoughtless, naughty children.

Piano-laying … is that an egg I see before me?

Really bad boys and girls have no faces.

Sensitive artists like Chicken don’t appreciate laughter from hoi polloi!

Are the children in solidarity with their plea or is the girl really the mastermind behind all of this? Makes you wonder who said what.

I love your comment, razorback. Very insightful. My guess is that she’s the mastermind. Ha!

The feelings of chickens are easily hurt.

It’s just a chicken. Cut its head off and let it runaround on the keys till it drops, and bar- b- que it. mmmmmmm… . . slowly, with just the right spice rub, maybe some corn on the cob and wild blackberry pie for dessert. Now that’s a melody you can sink your teeth into!!

I was once paid in hotwings for playing piano. OK OK it was McNuggets & the guitar.

Tough room…

It’s playing the Pollo-nase.

How can they laugh when they don’t have mouths?

Just leave him alone, he’ll be Bach later…

chickens don’t play the piano but hens peck at it.

I was wondering what happened to chicken when I only saw two cows today.

How does a chicken get to Carnegie Hall?

on a platter?