[ Hawke also hangs on tightly, because chickens are vicious monsters, full of hate and perfectly willing to remind a person how recently, in terms of the average Earth Matrix's total life, they were dinosaurs.

...a little of that is actually serious. Specifically: chickens are by and large hideously tempered creatures, and Hawke is baffled why anyone would keep them for reasons that are apparently not food. He circles the exhibit as far as he can go without making handholding awkward, as if attempting to ascertain some inherent magical property. The laying gold eggs thing would be a little on the nose, surely. ]

Well, I suppose if you really wanted to enforce how the world works, you would take your children to see the animals most likely to shit on you.