What came first? The chicken, or the egg?
And if the chicken was Tolkien, maybe he was crossing the greenway to escape the industrialization that was sweeping the countryside of Middle-earth. He hated industry, that chicken did.
Maybe his wings were broken so he couldn't fly to the other side of the greenway. Maybe he was so much into the session of deep thought and contemplation that regularly overcomes chickens that he forgot to fly. Maybe was afraid of flying.
[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: TolkienGurl ]
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