The world is made to match the plans that are laid, but between the idea and the reality things never quite match up. Able to instantly recall these half realized plans the goggle-clad fowl saw a path for escape. Otherwise he was bound to be someone's dinner before too long.

This may be more on the "string of nonsense" end but I think I need to get back to wandering rambles so that's good.

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