The Chicken And The Egg:
or:
The Fowl Case of The Purloined Chicken Joke
(with some serious apologies to some unnamed parties--what can I say, gang, Della dared me to post it to the site).

The Evidence: Otherwise known as THE JOKE

A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face and the egg is frowning and looking a bit pissed off. The egg mutters, to no-one in particular, "Well, I guess we answered THAT question..."

The WORDS from the suspect's (aka "Della Street") own mouth...er, pen...er, keyboard. Oh, heck, you know what we mean.

"Ah, but to a true X:WP perv, though, nothing is off-topic. I read that joke, and in mind it translates to:"

And now, THE CRIME (or maybe it's the reverse: who knows)
(What, you were expecting logic? Sorry, we're just doing a bad Perry Mason routine).

"Nah." Xena took another swig of ale. "I knew he was watching the sword."

"You're good, Xena," Iolaus acknowledged, having another helping himself.

Oh, she's good, all right, Gabrielle thought. Not like I'll get the benefit of it any time in the near future, at this rate. She grimaced as Hercules raised his hand to order another round.

"Works with a dagger, too," Xena said smugly.

"Mmm," Gabrielle said. "I'd love to see some more of your moves, Xena."

Xena stretched. "Maybe later, Gab. I have been working on this little number where I circle around--"

Damn! Xena is so thick sometimes! Hmm. Gabrielle wondered if Xena remembered that joke she had told her just before Bygun challenged her.

"That sounds great, Xena. I'd certainly cross the road to see that."

Xena looked over at her. "Uh . . . thanks."

Gabrielle gritted her teeth. "Any time, Xena. So, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a bit peckish." She waited, but no light yet in the warrior's eyes. "I think there might be some goodies waiting for us on that great feather bed upstairs."

"Well, yeah, but you can order something here if you want. We just got a nice chunk of change for getting rid of Bygun." Xena waved helpfully at a passing servant.

"Do you think they have any poultry?" Gabrielle asked. "That's what I'm really in the mood for. And the sooner the better, if you get my meaning."

Xena leaned over and patted the bard's hand. "I'll tell them to make it a rush."

Arggh! "Tell you what--I'll order the chicken, you order the egg, and we'll see which comes first." She stared into Xena's eyes. "I can tell you, I'm really feeling like chicken right now."

Xena rose and grabbed Gabrielle's hand. "Ciao, boys."

Yup, Ms. Street is officially convicted of being a true Xenite, not to mention much too quick witted for her own good
(what, you were expecting some other verdict <g>)

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