Tens-hen

As I approached the T juntion, a car coming from the road on the right side crossed ahead of me. I cursed. I did not like following vehicles on these narrow-outside-the-city roads early in the morning. The car was a Renault Duster, which, I think, is considered a mini-SUV. The Duster being bigger than a sedan blocked my view of the road. I did not like following bigger vehicles that block my view of the road ahead. To make matters worse, the person at the wheel was driving the vehicle at a slow pace. It seemed to me the driver was on an early morning amble in a Renault Duster. I cursed again but this time violently.  I wondered if I could overtake the vehicle but there was not much space on the right side of the road. It had rained the previous night and there were puddles on the left side of the road. To avoid these puddles, all the drivers drove in the centre of the road. This meant that the space on the right side of the road was reduced. The remaining space on the right side of the road was occupied by cows that seemed to be taking census of the number of cars driving past that particular spot at that point of time. The violence in my curses were now reaching radioactive level. "Why can't this Radium split into two?" I shouted. As we crossed the Nayara petrol pump, the car slowed down further. "What is this useless Thorium doing?" Mysteriously, the car stopped in front of the gates of a new and hence barren gated community. I had never seen a vehicle stop at that spot before. I shook my head  thinking "What a charged particle!"

Suddenly, I saw a pack of street dogs running towards my car on both sides of the road. They did not stop by my car or chase my car but continued running. I looked at the rear view mirror and saw them approach the Duster. I realized that the driver of the car, was driving slowly to attact the attention of the dogs in the neighbourhood. I did not look at the rear view mirror for long. I did not want to runover someone or something. So I turned my focus back to the road.  I guess the man fed biscuits to the street dogs regularly. He was the good guy and I, the bad one to have thrown curses at him. 

The road curved right and in a few metres to the left sharply. I did not have any difficulty in manovering through the curves. They sound more complicated on paper. I reached a straight stretch of the road. Not a long one but long and smooth enough to let the speedometer touch 50 for 3 seconds, that is, when there are no dogs, cows or hens on the road. On that day, I could see none of them in the middle of the road and so I pressed my right foot on the accelerator. As the car's speed increased, I observed a bike on the opposite side of the road. When I was about 10 metres from the bike, a black hen sped from the right side of the road to the left. The rider of the bike did not expect it. He lost his balance briefly. This was not caused due to the closeness of the hen to the bike but due to the suddenness of the hen's dash across the road. I don't think I have ever seen a hen or for that matter any other organism, run so desperately. I wondered the reason for this. I looked at the sky. It was not falling. So that couldn't be the reason. I smiled and let it pass. 

By this time the smile disappeared from my face, my car has come close to the spot where hen run had happened. The hen was to my left. When I was a few metres from it, it decided to run back across the road again. It started across the road at the same pace as before but soon realised that a car was approaching it. It screamed "Egad! A car! Turn back, turn back, spin around." It spun around and ran back at the same desperate pace. I swerved my car to right. As the car, crossed the spot where I had last seen the hen, I was not sure if it came under the wheels of my car or not. For the second time that morning. I looked at the rear view mirror. The hen was alive. It had reached back to the left side of the road. As I looked at the mirror, it turned around and dashed back across the road once again. I was now worried about the mental condition of the hen. There had to be a reason for it to dash back and forth across the road desperately. It probably should get in touch with a counshenllor. 

I did not stop the car to find the future actions of the hen. Did it continue dashing across the road or did it realize that the worms always seemed juicier on the other side of the road?