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My chicken doesn't have a license but she runs this truck

So this chicken doesn't have a license, but she runs the truck anyway? That's the kind of fowl play I can get behind. It's egg-citingly rebellious, and honestly, I respect the hustle, even if she's still waiting on that official permit. It's a relatable predicament for anyone who's ever had a feathered friend take charge of the coop (or the cab). For more cluck-tastic mysteries, check out our coverage in "100 Days of Wyandotte Mystery: Hen or Rooster Hide-and-Seek." Because when you're living with chickens, the real question is never who's in charge, it's whether they'll ever ask permission first.