One of my favorite stories in my legal career is the chicken story. I’m a paralegal that works for a law firm in a rural community. I got to sit in on an arbitration in my first couple months working in the legal field. It involved a case where a chicken coupe was an issue of contention. At one point, opposing counsel who seemed to be stumbling through and grasping at straws asked our client to “describe the chickens in the chicken coupe”. It was very hard to not dramatically object on the basis of irrelevance for comedic sake because the whole thing seemed like a bit at that point.
Edit: It is unfortunately a chicken “coop”. These chickens are not operating compact vehicles.
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Ah, that would have made for a much more interesting arbitration. 😂
At least it wasn't a chicken coup
arbitration intensifies
"Mrs Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!"
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Remolting?
I confuse coup and coupe and coup is what I thought they were saying.
"Mrs Tweedy, the chickens are revolting!"
Send them to the BBQ pitburo.
Off with their heads!
If it had four doors, it would have been a chicken sedan.
Why do chicken coops have two doors?
Because if they had four, they'd be chicken sedans.
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Goddammit.
Take it.
Particularly considering the “anti-cruising” municipal codes in the area
Please tell me the witness answered the question by singing: "it's my little chicken coupe, you don't know what I got".
"Get in, loser. We're going to cross the street."
I'm having flashbacks to the animated movie "Chicken Run".
There's "A Goose Case" from the book Early Indiana trials and sketches : reminiscences by Oliver Hampton Smith, LOC PDF (paper pp. 23-25, PDF pp. 33-35) where the identity of a goose whose ownership was in question was identified by it "pacing" as it moved. The story was later adopted into Jessamyn West's The Friendly Persuasion.
Why do birds fly south in winter? Because it's too far to go in a coupe.
The chickens in the coupe were real shady looking right from the get-go. I could tell they were planning, scheming even, long before they made their move on Farmer Jonson.
They sat around, clucking, plotting, on their roosts, their sinister machinations carried out in hushed tones. Their occasional head-bobbing gave away their agitation, their coming takeover imminent.
The chicken coupe might very well have been successful if I hadn't been reconnoitring their flock that fateful day. Farmer Jonson was a lucky man, and I hope my testimony here today can help bring these conspirators to justice.
If you ever owned chickens you would know that this is entirely plausible.
Blink twice if you are in danger ⊙.☉
https://youtu.be/jre-aMAgP5I?si=HuxYdKImnIdTfkMi
I've been around the world on the back of the chicken.
I know where Osama Bin Laden is today
“What, if any, chickens did you see in the coop?”
It was almost verbatim like that.
🤣🤣🤣 as much as I hate “what if any,” that’s a fantastic mental image.
So much better than a chicken coup.
I really hoped the chickens were looking to take over!
I was in court with my employer (defending against a bogus lawsuit - we won) and the case before ours was about how this guys neighbors cow got loose, jumped the fence and got into his greenhouse and ate/trampled all his vegetables. He spent hours and hours and hours cultivating his plants, and all he was awarded was $5 for the seeds he bought. It was hilarious and brutal at the same time.
This would make me bite my lips and whatever I could do not to giggle in court while this played out in front of me
It was so hard not to bust out laughing. Though, fair play, that attorney was billing hourly for inquiring about the chickens. The most expensive chicken inquisition I’ve seen in my life.