At a country crossroads pub
far far from our fair city the
long bar was marked with a
pattern of grids. Patrons bet
on squares. When all were claimed
a chicken was released onto an
overhead mesh. She picked her
way around until the inevitable
happened and a plop fell on the
grid below. The winner collected
all the cash (the pub owner got his
cut) and the game began again,
with fresh squares bet upon
and a fresh chicken released.
Police raided the place of course
and the game was forbidden. But it lingers
on in the memories of oldsters. No
chicken was ever hurt; she
was the essential player in the game.
2026 Jacqueline Jackson
Chicken bingo sounds intriguing! How does that work exactly?