Chicken Licken…

yellow tomatoes

…clucked and flapped around the farmyard protesting the inevitable plummet of Heaven toward Earth. Not even this sage like poultry could have predicted the instantaneous appearance of an enormous French hypermarket within the county limits of my local town.

Seemingly overnight this behemoth of consumer heaven has landed its air-conditioned aisles in our midst, thrusting shiny vegetables and freeze-dried goodness into our previously dull and meaningless lives. The 21st century has arrived in the concelho de Lousã…

Maybe Chicken Licken should have been paying more attention – I fear I saw him vac-packed and frozen on aisle 6 next to the pork medallions…

I didn’t surf today.