Almost a week ago, His Blogness over at the Matticus Kingdom announced the First Ever Tug of War and called on each of us to take a side. The game will decide the answer to a question that has long plagued humanity:
Which came first– the chicken, or the egg?
(Read more about this blog-game here: http://thematticuskingdom.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/first-ever-official-matticus-kingdom-tug-of-war/)
I waited a bit to participate because I wanted to root for the underdog, and it looks like as of today, the underdog is a chicken!
The Eggers have a lot of strange arguments.
They say that eggs predate all life– which is really a semantics cop-out since we all know the question is asking about chicken-related eggs specifically. They also seem to be united in the idea that some other creature sat down to make an egg one day and accidentally birthed the chicken.

SURPRISE!
For the sake of argument, we’ll give them both points– but it is interesting that they’re willing to call an egg an egg in it’s earliest manifestation, but are unwilling to apply the word “chicken” to any creature that doesn’t perfectly match the idea of a 21st century chicken.

Eggers, that’s Chickenist!
The chickenism is hidden behind the word of science. Let’s consider it’s validity.
In the last few years, we’ve learned that a lot of what we considered to be “true” about the early days of earth were, in fact, quite wrong. Visit a 2nd grade classroom today, and prepare yourself for a shock. Pluto’s not a planet, Columbus wasn’t a good guy, and dinosaurs had feathers.

The inherent flaw of science is that is limited by the imagination and tools of mankind. Given it’s unreliable nature, let us abandon it’s theories for a moment and consider this alternative.
*ahem*
Once upon a time, the Earth was still young, and life was still finding a way.
If a mommy insect loved a daddy insect very, very much, they would go behind The Kissing Tree and kiss. If it was the truest of true love, a baby insect would be born from the stars and fly right into their lives.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to eons, and that baby insect’s baby’s babies grew up.
They grew as tall as trees and as big as houses yet to be built.
They called themselves dinosaurs.
Some had spikes, some had feathers, and some had walnut-brains and long, long tails.
And if a mommy dinosaur loved a daddy dinosaur very, very much, they would go behind The Kissing Tree and kiss. If it was the truest of true love, a baby dinosaur would sprout from the ground and walk right into their lives.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to eons, and one day, a very special generation of dinosaur was born.
One such child had wings like her ancestors, a beak just like her father, feathers like her mom, and scrawny funny legs just like her maternal grandmother, Maribel. They called her Chicken.

Computer rendering of Granny Maribel’s legs.
When Chicken was old enough, she went behind The Kissing Tree with her husband and gave him the kiss of a lifetime, but no baby flew down from the sky, or popped up from the ground.
No, her tummy grew big, and when she sat down to rest– an egg fell out of her.
She loved that egg, kissed it, and kept it warm. Eventually it cracked open to reveal a virtual clone of Chicken– her beloved daughter who she also named Chicken.
The cycle continued for a week, and then an eon, and pretty soon the very beginning was forgotten entirely.
But the Kissing Tree remembers, and if you ask her, she’ll tell you the tale, and assure you– though the world’s first egg was quite a charming thing, Chicken was undoubtedly was here first.
The End

I think that really settles it, but I suppose we’ll let the Kingdom’s official counters have the final say. If you’re with me, the Kissing Tree, and chickens– be sure to cast your vote by writing a supportive post, or by voting via comment over at The Matticus Kingdom: http://thematticuskingdom.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/first-ever-official-matticus-kingdom-tug-of-war/

I want the puppy with the chicken hat.
He’s adorable, right?! I put a chicken costume on my cats once, but they were so disgruntled about it they looked more evil than adorable,
I’ve always wondered which came first & now, thanks to you, I know!
Haha, yep, mystery solved!
Thanks!!
brilliant!!
Great story! I was rooting for the poor little chicken. My theory is that aliens dropped one off just for fun. Now they watch and mock us as we try to figure out which came first
But then what came first, the aliens or the chicken?
Aliens, always aliens
Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s a Muppet story line… right? Gonzo is an alien, and I think he brought chickens with him. I should have done my Muppet research, that would have much better proof than my story, haha!
Really? I’m looking for this now!
Haha! Awww
And just because I don’t get a chance to reference this post as often as I’d like, I’m pasting my link to Camilla Chicken & Gonzo’s humanoid love child.. at least, my best guess at it… http://rarasaur.wordpress.com/2012/12/04/humanoid-love-children/
Miss Great-Chicken the humanoid love child, is perfect!
I’m not so sure… To be honest, I wouldn’t be too surprised if chickens were the start of everything.
*gasp* What if they were the start of everything?!
WHAT IF EARTH IS AN EGG?!
What if we’re IN an egg?!
What if we’re in an egg still inside a chicken, and when the world explodes, it’s just the egg getting laid (ha!) and hatching?
I’m with you on the chicken front. It’s always made much more sense to me, and you make a ton of valid points. Thank you for putting this philosophical issue to rest!
You’re awesome.
If I have my way, one day Pluto will be a planet again.
You make the plan, and I’ll help you carry it out, Captain! Bloggers for the re-planetization of Pluto!
I have no real plan, aside from telling my wife that if she really wanted to get me a nice birthday present, that would be it.
So far, the closest we’ve gotten is a funny T-shirt on the subject.
Awesome. I am on your side. I enjoy your sense of humor, you are one funny person. Go Chicken or go home? Priceless. I have gone chicken.
Hurrah, another vote for the chickens!! Thanks, Jon!
I’m always so grateful when humor comes across correctly, haha!
Oh my gosh! I’m glad I’m a participant and not the official counter because I think it would be hard not to give the chicken team some extra support after reading this…
The Kissing Tree will be glad to know that His Blogness appreciates her tale.
I’m a vegan, so I’m staying out of this and I wish everyone would leave the chickens and the eggs alone to live in peace!
And my dog Scrappy looks just like the dog with the chicken hat. I wonder if he is working on the side for a photographer…It would be just like that sly little terrier.
Haha, we’re not eating them! Well, most of us are actually probably eating them… but the debate is about which came first.
Scrappy is an adorable name for an adorable terrier! I love the idea of a puppy taking freelance jobs on the sly, it sounds like a great children’s story!
I never realized I was a chickenist and that I had a whole cadre of others with me, finally I belong!
Chickenist and Proud, eh… I like it.
If you’re going to apply a label to yourself, you should wear it with pride!
Damn straight, Rara!
Abracadammit – I’m a Chickenist!!
But dinosaurs laid eggs before they evolved into birds and flew away. So strictly the egg came first.
More interesting philosophical question: if a chicken lays an egg in the forest but no one hears it, did it really lay the egg, or just buy it from a store?
It really laid it. Chicken don’t wear shoes, you see, so they’re not allowed to go inside stores.
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Sorry for your loss, but here’s some love from the Egg Team, anyway. xoxoxoxox
Congrats on your win, lovely! Well-played!
Eggcelent work – better luck next time!
I would lose all over again, just for the puns.
You are hilarious! The Kissing Tree is my favorite!
Yay!
Glad you enjoyed The Kissing Tree tale!