Chicken Surprise

Tonight for supper we ate grilled chicken. Tess wanted to display her
superior knowledge of poultry, so she asked a question,
“Do you know why they call it chicken?" She answered it too.
"Because, it is made of chicken.”

“You are right, Tess.” I commented.

This statement of the obvious was not so obvious to Amelia.
She was about to take a bite of her grilled chicken and stopped. She
looked at Tess and then at me. “This is a chicken?”

I nodded. Her eyes got larger.

“A REAL chicken?”

I nodded again. She looked at the chicken leg that she was still holding
in mid-air.

“A Boak-Boak (chicken sound) chicken?”

“Yes, Amelia, that used to be a live chicken.” I said.

She took a bite, shrugged her shoulders, and took another bite.

“Which part is this—THE BRAIN?”

She continued eating as I explained that it was the leg. Apparently,
she has no particular attachments to live chickens.