a chicken and egg story

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A Chicken-and-Egg Story

Melle was hatched in an incubator tray along with a few dozen other chicks, fuzzy

little Nerf balls piled together. It was cramped in thereshe was always being jostled,

shouldered out of the way, or even trampled when some other chick got impatient of

pushing through the crowd and tried to climb overtop it instead.

A day after hatching a hand reached in from the sky, took hold of her, flipped her

over, and squeezed her so violently that feces ran out of her cloaca. Then the hand

released her and picked up her neighbor. That chick was returned just as Melle had been,

but the next three times the hand reappeared empty to pick out another in their brood.

When it was all over the chicks took stock of themselves and realized that only the girls

had been spared. It left them a little more elbow room but they were still sad. If theyd

known how theyd have mourned the boys, but they were so young they hadnt yet

learned. All they could do was wonder if theyd be forever separated or if someday the

boys might come home to the tray.

But they didnt stay in the tray themselves. They felt themselves lifted and carried

some distance, and then they were emptied into a larger pen under an electric sun along

with dozens and dozens of other chicks. The sun warmed them relentlessly and they soon

grew to fill the small space. Their down stiffened into real feathers and their beaks grew


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heavy and strong. Just when it seemed theyd all crush each other if they grew any more,

hands descended from the sky again and began to remove Melles sisters. When they

reached for her she panicked, terrified shed vanish like the boys. She tried to scramble

over the other girls and did make it past a few, but that only brought her to the edge of the

pen, where she was easily caught. The hands lifted her aloft and carried her a short way.

A great force pushed her head forward so that her beak entered a kind of slot, and pain

swamped her senses. It flooded her so badly that she was forced to retreat to higher

ground inside herself. She hid there awhile, above all afraid of what shed find when she

had to return to inspect the damage.

When she did rejoin herself she found she was in a small wire cage with a slanted

floor, along six or seven other pullets she thought she knew from the tray. It was hard to

be sure at first because theyd all had the front parts of their beaks cut off. Her pain had

resolved itself to the center of her face, so Melle knew that the same had happened to her.

A white dropping fell through the top of the cage and struck one of the others on the

wing. The hen tried to extend that wing to shake it, but couldnt find the room no matter

which way she turned. Eventually she settled down again, retracted her beakless head

between her shoulders, and sat still, staring fixedly ahead.

Melle looked up to discover where the dropping had come from. Directly above

their cage was another; she could see the feet and underbellies of half a dozen or so

chickens shifting over its grated floor. Every so often two of them made enough space

for her to see past them to what looked like yet another cage full of birds. She peered

between her feet and found the heads and backs of half a dozen more hens, and a half-

dozen beyond them. And there were full cages on three of her four sides. Only the fourth


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them down the pitched floor day after day, and took their old and sick friends away. It

contained many words and concepts unfamiliar to Melle, which she nevertheless repeated

faithfully. They gave her deep feelings she couldnt identify or explain. Supposedly it

was an old, old story that hardly any humans remembered anymore, but no hen could say

how they knew that, nor how the tale had entered their oral tradition.

The Story of Philomela

A king, Tereus, married a princess, Procne, and brought her home to his country.

After some years the woman wanted to see her sister again, and asked her husband to

fetch her. When he arrived at Procnes original home he saw that the sister, Philomela,

had grown into a beautiful woman. He convinced her to come visit Procne, but as soon

as they reached his own shores he carried her to a cabin in the woods and raped her.

Then he cut out her tongue so she could never tell what had happened to her, raped her

again with the blood still pouring from her mouth, and left her locked in the cabin.

He told his wife that Philomela had been killed by wild animals and showed her a

piece of her bloody shirt to prove it.

Tereus continued to visit Philomela in her cabin and rape her. She became pregnant

and had a baby boy. Tereus took him away and she never saw him again. She never saw

anyone but Tereus. No one came to that part of the forest.

At the end of two long years, though, an old woman did pass by the cabin, hunting

for mushrooms. Although Philomela could no longer form words she could still make

noise, and she moaned at the woman through the wood planks crisscrossing the window.


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She pointed to her mouth and then mimed writing, and the old woman nodded that she

would help.

She left and returned after a while with pen and paper. Philomela wrote what had

happened to her and gave the paper to the old woman to deliver. A few days later the old

woman led Procne to the cabin and the sisters were tearfully reunited. Procne broke

down the door with an ax, and she and Philomela hurried back to her house. When they

were almost there they saw Tereus leaving the gates of the town, headed their way. They

hid behind a bush and watched him disappear in the direction theyd just come, toward

Philomelas cabin prison.

Procne smuggled her sister into her rooms. She was furious. She tried to imagine a

revenge upon her husband to match the suffering hed inflicted on Philomela. Through

the window she spied her young son playing in the courtyard. She called him, and when

he came to her she led him to the kitchen steps, where the household did its slaughtering,

and slit his throat with a sharp knife. Then she gutted him and dressed him, crying

because he was her little boy. She put part of his meat into a stew and another part on a

spit.

Tereus came home. He was angry that Philomela had gotten away, but of course he

couldnt tell Procne. He ate distractedly and took it at face value when Procne said shed

already had her dinner. Eventually he became sated and relaxed and asked for his son.

Philomela sprang from the next room, where shed been hiding, and threw the boys head

into his fathers lap. Then she and Procne sprinted away.

Tereus sat frozen a few moments, as it slowly dawned on him what sort of meal hed

just eaten. When he leapt to his feet the sisters had just passed out the front door of the


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house. They ran up the stairs to the town walls, Tereus not far behind, and when they

reached the top they threw themselves from the highest parapet. They changed in midair

into robins, their throats stained with blood, and flew away.

There was another version of the story Melle sometimes heard. She didnt like it as

much, but even so she repeated it sometimes for variety. In that version, after Philomela

saw the old woman in the forest she had a vision of what would happen if she were

reunited with Procne, and she decided not to send the letter. She didnt want to make

Procne murder her son. She remained in the cabin a long time, so long she lost track of

how long it had been, buying her sisters peace with her suffering, until she couldnt

anymore. In the end she saw the old woman again and convinced her to bring poison

mushrooms, with which she committed suicide.

Melle didnt like this version as much at first. It was depressing to imagine

Philomela sitting there year after year, alone, voiceless, and in pain. She preferred the

ending where the two women were transformed, because it gave her hope that whatever

power had done that could transform her too, lift her out of her cage and free her. Shed

have settled for being changed into one of the innumerable mice that scurried around the

lower cages at night, stealing chickenfeed.

As she told the ending she liked over and over she did notice, though, that it was

mostly older birds who told the other one. In fact, when a hen began to tell that version it

was a pretty good sign shed be taken away within a few months. Sometime around the

end of her first year Melle began to understand why: no power would ever come to

transform and free them. They had no power on their side at all. So after a while it was


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only natural for fantasies about getting a terrible revenge to give way to fantasies about

choosing not to exercise ones terrible might. If Philomela could take the abuse for her

sister, ran that train of thought, we can do it too.

Melle had no way to track her own time in her cage. The temperature was always

the same and the lights cycled through the same artificially shortened day over and over.

But the people who owned her knew how long shed been in there, and that it would

take about two years in total to use her up.

Sure enough, as her second year wound down Melle got weaker and weaker, less and

less able to hold her own against the other birds in her tiny space. Sometimes her food

made her feel sick, and she heard that when that happened it was because theyd mixed

the ground remains of dead hens into it, or of the male chicks stolen away when they

were only a few days old and shredded alive. She started to recite the second story. She

could no longer sustain any hope of being free before she died, but she could still pretend

her suffering had a noble purpose.

Just a few weeks shy of her second birthday she caught her foot awkwardly in the

mesh of the cage bottom, and before she could extract it one of her neighbors tried to

push her aside and her leg broke. At the cost of great pain she was able to free her foot,

but she couldnt fight for her place at the feeding trough anymore. She lost weight and

stopped laying.

The human workers noticed pretty quickly. They opened her cage and lifted her out

by her legs, not caring that her broken bone shifted inside her and made her scream. She

flapped her wings frantically to get away. It was the first time shed extended either wing


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fully since her babyhood and she had a brief fantasy of launching herself from a parapet

and flying into the sky. But it was useless, of course.

She was crammed into an even smaller cage packed with chickens she didnt know

and loaded on a truck. At the other end of that ride she was lifted out by her legs again

and hung from her feet on a conveyer belt. A moment later a man cut her throat and her

blood drained into a special gutter. Her body, too old and tired to be fit for people to eat,

was ground up for cat food.

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