My Chicken's On the Internet by Kenn Nesbitt My chicken's on the Internet. She surfs the web all day. I've tried to stop her browsing but, so far, there's just no way. She jumps up on the mouse and then she flaps around like mad to click on every hyperlink and every pop-up ad. She plays all sorts of chicken games. She messages her folks. She watches chicken videos and forwards chicken jokes. She writes a blog for chickens and she uploads chicken pics. She visits chicken chat rooms where she clucks about her chicks. I wouldn't mind so much except my keyboard's now a wreck. She hasn't learned to type yet; she can only hunt and peck.