mercoledì 29 giugno 2011

Examples

Here's a story, by Linda Elegant, Portland (Oregon):

The Chicken

As I was walking down Stanton Street early one Sunday morning, I saw a chicken a few yards ahead of me. I was walking faster than the chicken, so I gradually caught up. By the time we approached Eighteenth Avenue, I was close behind. The chicken turned south on Eighteenth. At the fourth house along, it turned in at the walk,

Can you predict the ending?

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