Hikayat Telur Ayam

Once upon a time, there was a male chicken, a cock. He was very lonely living in his own coop and got tired of it. Every morning, he got up and walked slowly towards the top of the roof of the house and called everyone to wake up, stirring grumbles and moans. After waking the whole wide world up, he would hang his head on one side, and slowly walk back down to his coop and sulk. Somehow, his master noticed this strange and sad behaviour of his cock. He went over to his cock and petted him, saying, "Don't worry, you'll find your partner and you'll breed, someday." He held his cock by his hand and stroked him gently, putting it in a comfortable situation. He tidied his cock's nest, giving it a tidy place of rest. The cock slept in his arms that day. The next morning, the cock woke up as usual and did his routine wake-up call. As promised, his master came back with a female chicken and gave the female to his cock. His cock got overjoyed and stood up and said a loud "Hello!" to this chicken. As it was a tradition for all cocks, this one spat at the ground to welcome her. They mated, and weeks later, the hen was sitting on a clutch of eggs, waiting for them to crack out. One day, the first egg, or telur, hatched. The cock and the hen were elated, and called this chick: "Water Squirter" So, Water Squirter made his way to teen-hood. He had an amazing childhood. There was once when Water Squirter ran in his classroom and knocked another chick over, causing that chick to bleed. Instead of apologizing, he laughed at her and called her a "Bleeding Chick". The class teacher got to know of it and got very mad. However, after hearing what he called the injured chick, the teacher laughed with the others as well, causing Bleeding Chick to enter a mental asylum. In his teen life, Water Squirter was already a little cock who knew how to rock. He had his band members go with him everywhere all the time. They had gigs around the state and had fun with party girls all the time. He was one drunk cock. On the other hand, his studies were bad as hell. He scored nearly all "F"s and never got anywhere near a "Pass", all the time. Water Squirter was actually brilliant, but he was just too lazy to do his work and study his books. 20 years on, Water Squirter was already a grown up and did not stick with his band members any more. He knew he needed a stable life which can actually breed income. He was already thinking of setting up a stable family and live a comfortable life. He entered the workforce as a factory worker. However, as his nature is being lazy, he didn't really excel in productivity, the hard way. He could never produce as much as the other workers could, on the conveyor belt. There was one day when he went up to his supervisor and told him of a great way to improve the factory's productivity. His supervisor did not pay any attention to this tiny worker and as a response to that, Water Squirter showed the supervisor a picture of his wife and children, in black and white. The supervisor got afraid and agreed to follow whatever this chicken said. Of course, Water Squirter had no intention of killing his family. He just took the photo from Facebook, which was uploaded blindly by the supervisor's son. The supervisor gave all credit to Water Squirter, as instructed, and Water Squirter got a great raise and was promoted to General Manager of the factory. From then onward, he came up with more and more cheap but brilliant ideas, and became C.E.O of the company. On his desk were the initials. "S.Water; C.E.O" He was very proud of his achievements and decided to go back to his village to pay his old parents a visit. He packed his belongings, bought expensive shirts and pre-made nests, and hopped onto his Red Ferrari and drove all the way back to his village. From the urban area of his workplace to the small and muddy village of his birthplace, his drive became more and more difficult. Tar roads were reduced to single-layered roads, single-layered roads were reduced to laterite, and laterire were reduced to mud. Metal and glass cased buildings became brick houses, brick houses became stone houses, stone houses became straw houses, and straw houses became mud houses. Everything seemed to deteriorate on his way back from the city to the village. There was one point where his low Ferrari could not go any further because of the bumpy road. Sighing, S.Water had to get down from his supercar and walk. He walked and walked, and this went on for hours. He was wearing his tuxedo and top hat at first. Due to the scorching heat, he took off his top hat, and later took off his tuxedo. The sun glared even brighter, he had to take off his shirt. The road became more and more muddy, and he had to take off his shoes and stockings. He changed into short pants for a more comfortable walk. Further on, the rain soaked his pants and dirtied it; he had to take it off, and he walked only in his boxers. By then, we had a pile of clothing in his hands, and those were quite heavy. S.Water threw all of them by the side, and continued his walk. After about 5 hours of walking, he finally reached his hut. His old hut. He saw his hut from afar, about 100 metres away. His face lit up as he saw his parents waving at him with their old looks on their faces and beaks. He ran towards them, passing trees and lush greenery. He even flapped a little and got surprised he still knew how to fly a bit. He ran and he flapped his wings, he ran and he flapped his wings, and he ran and he flapped his wings. His house was just 50 metres away now, and he had to get over to the other side as the house was just beside the road. S.Water crossed the road. He looked left, and he looked right. He remembered the old story and the legend "The Chicken Never Crosses The Road". S.Water got out of his house by hopping onto a truck which was passing that day, so actually, he had never crossed the road. Neither had his parents. His parents got very worried. His father, the cock, looked at his wife slowly, and his wife turned to look at him as well. Tears rolled down the hen's face, and they looked at each other, sadly. The hen slowly shook her head with tears in her eyes, and the cock nodded at her, telling her, "He can do it." They clutched their wings together. h S.Water looked at his parents, and stuck his chest out. He looked left, and he looked right, and repeated this for about 20 times. He made sure there were no more cars, and he decided: He will cross the road, now. With one small step, he put his right leg out. Then his left. He continued with his third. Slowly but surely, he made sure his pace made progress, and walked steadily. He was halfway across. He continued walking. He tried. He told himself, he could do it. He scored around 60% of the road when suddenly, a dog barked at him. It was a Rottweiler, the owner's dog. The Rottweiler barked and dashed towards S.Water. He looked at the dog in disbelief and in fear, he ran towards the other side. He covered 70% of the road. The dog was still rushing towards it. He started flapping his wings. He covered 80% of the road. The dog was near S.Water now. The Rottweiler opened his mouth, showed its meat-eating razor sharp teeth, and leaped towards S.Water. He got extremely afraid, and rushed towards the side of the road. He already had 95% of the road crossed but by that time, the dog was in the air, centimetres from having the chicken in his mouth. In extreme fear and excitement, S.Water ran towards the wrong direction. Instead of crossing the road, he was then running ALONG the road. His only goal at that time was to get away from the hungry dog and ran towards a seemingly endless road. Then, he heard a loud honk. A truck was coming. It was at high speed and did not have time to brake. The truck ran into the chicken, and the dog. S.Water, was murdered on the street, in front of his house, semi-naked. This story was passed on by this chicken's siblings to their sons and grandsons, and the legend that says "The Chicken Never Crosses The Road", still remains. However, this story turned to be a new legend. "S.Water; The Chicken Who Nearly Crossed The Road." Alpha and Omega are destined; what's in between isn't.