The Chicken with a PhD

At the university, there was a chicken.
No one knew where she came from, but she showed up to class every day. Front row.

At first, people laughed. But she kept attending. Quiet. Focused.
Midterms came. She aced it.
Top of the class.

The professor said, “This is ridiculous.”
The chicken said, “Bawk off.”
In perfect English.

By the end of the semester, she wrote a thesis:

“Clucktopian Economics: Rebalancing the Pecking Order”

She defended it in front of a panel of professors.
One fainted. Another cried.

She passed.
The university had no rule against birds getting PhDs.
Now she teaches part-time and pecks racists.