Black and white. Rich and Poor. Short and tall. Muslim and Christian. Smart and dumb. Skinny and Fat. Male and female. Beautiful and ugly. Young and old. Friend and enemy. All doez differencez. Are they needed? Why do humanz compare? Comparing it like summer and winter, like life and death. Why do humanz feel like they are so different than other human beingz? Fact:. every human iz unique, making him different than the rest of hiz specie. But all the humanz are the same. Even we, you and I, I az a Chickinn, are quite the same. We don't look the same. We don't like the same food. We don't listen to the same music. We don't drezz the same. We don't have the same skillz. What makez us the same then? We have eyez, earz, a nose, a mouth etc. We have feelingz. We want to be treated nicely. We want to be loved. We want to be respected. We want to be taken how we are. What kind of chickflick-pill did I eat? I observe humanz. I watch teevee. I see so many humanz putting everything in tiny boxez. And labeling them. He iz black so he must be a criminal. He iz a Muslim so he must be a terrorist. What kind of bullcrap iz that. Fact:. humanz are making thingz up, concluding az quickly az possible. Chickflick-pill iz starting to work off now. Pfew. I think it did this to me. That creature strikez when you don't expect it. When he iz looking with hiz large, cute, watery, green eyez. Boriz. The prankster. It iz late now. Got to see how Master is doing. He'z acting strangly sad. Didn't tell me what'z going onn, need to know. And I need to prank it, Boriz, back. And I need to go congratulate Master'z mom with Women'z day. And I need to go look for a rehabclinic for my posting addiction. So many thingz, so little time.


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