  (The first story was finished so I started another one at the request of another) Once, long ago, I, Bob, the Builder, period and comma user extraordanaire, ate chicken. It was a rare occasion and I was looking forward to it. I've been led to believe that chicken is more nutritious than most meats, and tastes better too. Now this seems to good to be true, so I had to pack a lunch with chicken sooner or later. And so the day came, where I sat down and had my lunch. There it was, the beloved chicken, but why do so many seem to love this strange food? ... 
