Chicken Boy Junior and the Golden Goose

Ok. Everyone knows about the poor old farmer and his golden goose. Everyone knows about the series of events ultimately leading to the demise of the precious goose. Everyone knows how the old farmer rued his luck. And the world never saw those golden eggs again.

So, where does Chicken Boy Junior come into picture? What does our young hero have to do with the fable of old and the gold? Well, as it happens to be, the "good" never leaves the world. Demise of one is preceded by genesis of the other. Isn't it but natural that Chicken Boy Junior owe his existence to the benefactor of a well-known story!

The Golden Goose, on laying the first of its Golden Eggs, knew it was doomed. "Profit Motive" and "Selfishness" being the buzzwords of the day, her end, she knew was near.

"The gifted never last long."

"The talented are needed more in God's Kingdom, than His simulacrum playing havoc on His Creations."

"With great power comes great responsibility."

Such were the wise words she heard in her dreams on laying her first golden egg. Dreams have made men wise overnight, and she was a Goose at that! Assessing her situation and viable options, a conclusion she reached. A Sensible Judicious Judgement, displaying rare traits that mark the bloodline of super-heros and their ancestors.

That day the Sun did rise, but from the West. That day, the hens of the world did not wake up their masters. That day it was a night in the day, and a day in the night. So , the farmer slept in the day, and slept in the night. Our goose (pretty young in those heydays of hers) laid that first precious egg in such an ambience. Greetings from the Lord Himself to the Super-Hero of days to come.

Then came the shock, with all its after-shocks. Earth cracked. As if Lords of Underground conspired with the Lords of Over-Ground to nurture the Super-Hero of the Ground. The mud parted, out came a warm-gaping hole in Mother Earth, dressed with yellow haystack and incensed with splendid aroma. Camouflage rendered. The Little CBJ rested inside. After-shocks undone. Shocks undone. Earth glued. Sun setting in the West. As if Nature had made gross mistakes and was repenting the same.

Out came the Sun. From the East this time. Hens woke up their masters. The old farmer rose. The Golden Goose laid another pair. Dollars in our old man's eyes, and the story unfolded itself like a cascade ending into a placid brook.

Meanwhile, the egg hatched. Out came our little Hero on-road-to-be-a Super-Hero. Little did he know of his genesis. Little did he realise his humble origins. Little did he know that the first blood he drew was of his progenitor. Little did he understand the first meat he had was the same belly he owed his origins to. Little did he know that the Chicken Boy Junior was a Chicken product itself.

Little did he know, what a tragedy it was.


O! Chicken Boy Junior

Strange 'twas
The first night of your life
Strange 'twas
To eat the same belly
that owned thy shell once
Strange 'twas
the way thee inherited thy
mater's bloodline
Strange 'twas
for thee to devour thy mater
to become the super hero

Strange was thy destiny
Strange is thy luck
'coz thy mater did thee eat
to become
The Savior of His Creed