The chicken crossed the road. The road’s mom called the chicken’s mom.
“You can’t go crossing other people,” the chicken’s mom told her daughter.
A week later, the road crossed the chicken.
“No need to cause a fuss,” the chicken’s mom told her daughter.
“But she’s an asphalt!”
“Don’t use that language! And be the bigger person.”
While the road continued walking all over other people, the chicken never again crossed a road.
The road became a successful hedge fund manager. The chicken never amounted to much. She was too… chicken.
It never mattered why.