Even when the ultimate question “Which came first: the chicken or the egg?” came to the insane debating scene, there has been a question in my head on “Why the word chicken was associated to being a coward”. I see things in different ways. Or rather, I see different things other people don’t. Kids and even adults have always avoided being called a “Chicken” especially when it’s with the matching “Bok-bok-bok, flapping-of-the-wings” gesture. But why associate those cute little chickens to dorky-coward humans who just know how to marinate them? I don’t think chickens are “chicken”. Why?

Try observing provincial roads or residential areas with poultry living around the area. Whenever we drive along those routes, we would always encounter chickens crossing the streets with utmost adrenaline-rush! Not only one chicken, take note. You will usually see them in groups…with the other group at the other side of the road, acting as if the others are egging on the one who will run next. I even imagine them saying, “So, you’re ready to prove you’re not a chicken huh chicken?” And the others yelling, “Bok-bok-bok go ahead, you can doooh it, run chicken run! Bok-bok-bok” I slam on the brakes when they run across the street risking chicken neck and limb…uhhh wing and leg? 50-50 chance to be the next fried lunch on your table? If we call those chickens “chicken”, then where the hell do they get the courage to cross the street?!