Jeremy lowered the binoculars, the smile widening on his face to a lecherous grin. “I do believe that I may need to pay those campers a visit about ...heir fire.” Within minutes, his truck was bouncing along in the general direction of perilously made fire. He hopped out when he spotted a flash of color against the green backdrop, and made his way towards it on foot. The thick trunks of the redwood trees cleared slightly as the creek came into view. The dancing fire was the only movement that he. "This is a thought piece from Earl...WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?Kindergarten Teacher: To get to the other side.Victorian Police: Give us five minutes with the chicken and we'll find out.Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed, I've not been told!Grandpa: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.Plato:. He hadn't been aware that she owned as much property in the separation district as she did, but she stood to take as big a hit as the school was going to have to burp up. The school superintendent had been less than thrilled, too.As Don got into his car, he reflected that there were probably seven city council members that wouldn't be answering their phones for days.The car started hard; it was a former city police car that had seen better days, but Don hardly ever drove it farther than the. "I can't answer that," said Bill, "at least not yet, but I don't want whatever this is to end."Karen felt the same way, but the suddenness of it all scared her. She saw Claire smiling and looking her way. She felt an urgent need to talk to her. "I need to talk to Claire," said Karen. "Are you going to run away if I leave you?" No," said Bill. "Why don't I ask Claire to trade places with me? This is a nice private place to talk." Thank you, Bill," she said as she placed her hand on his knee and.