Speed Bump by Dave Coverly for April 17, 2013

I dream of a day when a chicken can cross the road without her motives being questioned.

Yes…. it’s always the way….before she can get help, she’s subjected to in depth questioning…and if she doesn’t have “acceptable” answers right at her …um… wingtips…she’s on her own.

It’s not like she’s looking to feather her nest.

To show the armadillos that it can be done.

Watch out, she’s playing opossum, or is that possum?

as a token for all that soup when you’re sick

The egg is already on the other side so now it’s a question of which came first, the chicken or the egg. The boy scout just throws another hitch in the question. Just too much to think about this early

“Why did the chicken cross the road? To get from the left to the right. Left, Right, Left, Right.”…

No, it’s because the grass is always greener on the other side of the road.

I think the scout was asking why he was helping her

the light changed

“Because there’s a cute chick over there I’d like you to meet.”

Ours is not to reason why.