Words of a predictable mind

Once upon a time, in a land far, far from my heart, a headless chicken stalked a hapless fox.

None of the villagers really knew from where came the chicken, or how she happened to be in such a state. All that was known, as far as they're concerned, was that the chicken arrived at the village gates in a bronze chariot pulled along by eighty-two robed fleas. The bizarre arrival was made even more disturbing when the chicken first spoke, which, because of her headless state, was of course ...