I loved the princess, but she warned me about a curse some witch put on her.
“Anyone who falls in love with me will turn into a chicken,” she said.
“Bawk,” I said. Which, if you understand Chicken, means: “I’m already a chicken. What the fuck do I care?”
Sadly, she didn’t love me back. Unless you consider the being breaded, fried, and served with coleslaw and biscuits to someone who says “God, I love chicken!” kind of love.
I don’t.
But when the princess was breaded, fried, and served with coleslaw and biscuits…
God, how I loved the princess.