Why does this page exist?

Most of us give up on our dreams. When we were kids we wanted to be astronauts or professional athletes or whatever. But somewhere along the line, most of us accepted "reality" and gave up on those dreams.

Clearly this chicken wanted to be a ball, and against all odds, he did it.

He gives me hope.

Thank you, ChickenBall.

Reactions:

"Vaguely Obscene"

"Genius!"

"umm... it's a chicken shaped like a ball"

"The Chickenball. All of the strengths of a chicken and a ball with the weaknesses of neither"

"By Jove, I think you've cracked it! The ephemeral and ineffable chestnut about the chicken and its shell-bounded origins appears to be grounded and given definitive meaning by the the wonder of chickenball."

"In response to your observation of a ball-shaped chicken, I wondered: Do not all chickens start out life as slightly oblong balls?  So is this a question of giving hope to the future, or is it the eternal longing of a return to childhood?  Perhaps this chicken should be most respected for its capability to unify the truths of both present and past - and, as in the problem of the chicken and the egg, the future. "

"Strangely enough, when I was sent this link and viewed the page my first thought was not "a chicken who wants to be a ball" but rather "a ball that wants to be a chicken". I think that this is stepping into the realm of finally understanding the duality of man (or chickens or balls). Bravo I say. "

"That's the best thing I ever saw!"

"I was curious if you knew where I could purchase a chicken ball. Sadly, a fair bit of google searching and poking around eBay yielded nothing.

My girlfriend really got a kick out of your page.  Personally, I can't think of a better gesture to let a woman know you appreciate her every nuance and cherish her sublime existence, than the gift of chicken ball.  Help me provide lifelong inspiration and score some major points."

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