Saturday Adventures: Chicken Run

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Stick N Twisted is a street artist creating intricate scenes with pipe cleaners and glued paper on the west side of Manhattan.

Stick N Twisted

NYC

One day, on her way to adventure, Indy Anna Bones came across an interesting scene…

It was a bridge no less than twelve feet long with detailed story unfolding across its span.

A small group of valiant chickens had escaped from broken cages off the back of a chicken truck in the middle of rush hour.

At the foot of the bridge was a warning that no one in their right mind would consider approaching this type of traffic jam.

A limo full of drunk girls from Upstate and a school bus already fought with two angry taxis on the exit ramp, and none looked like they had moved in a very long time.

The chickens jumped down on the hood of the pink convertable that crashed into the truck, breaking the cages.

The girl in the pink dress was not pleased to have these chickens crawling around in her back seat.

The police were on the scene already, and they were not moving either.

Did I mention these were mutant chickens? They were mutant chickens, all right.

Reporters in helicopters caught the whole scene.

Indy Anna looked close to avoid missing a detail. This story was intense.

Everyone was stuck.

A lot of Friday evenings were going to be ruined.

Down below, life was pretty good.

Beneath the bridge, funny looking mushrooms grew for everyone.

A rower casually paddled his canoe.

A guitar gently wept.

A hermit with a secret cabin looked on, hoping not to be found, while even here the chickens managed to lay eggs.

Up above, the story was heating up with the chickens.

They were everywhere.

The traffic jam had gone so long that a mutant chicken had laid mutant eggs on the opposite exit ramp.

The drunk girls from Upstate were losing their minds!

The Girl Scouts selling cookies might not be legit.

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