Terror in a taxi

Elsie and I headed downtown in a taxi to do some shopping today. There was a bit of a funky smell in the vehicle, which I simply attributed to warm, unwashed bodies in a warm, unwashed taxi…that is, until I heard a clucking sound behind me.

I couldn’t even look. It was just too scary, but Elsie confirmed with a smile, that yes, indeed, there was a chicken in a basket behind the backseat.

And here I thought I was getting used to loose chickens. I guess I still don’t like to be in a confined space with them.