a chicken named Mike was on the menu for that night's meal at Lloyd Olsen's house. His mother-in-law was over and his wife thought a fresh chicken for dinner would be nice so she sent Lloyd out to behead Mike for dinner. Well Lloyd's aim was a bit off and he only got
most of Mike's head. Mike lived. And since it was the '40s, Mike went on tour! For a nickel a regular jerk like you could lay your peepers on a living, headless chicken. He was in the pages of Life and Time magazine back when that mattered. Like many of our national heroes, Mike eventually died in a seedy hotel room, choking on a kernal of corn. Lloyd was unable to save him.
