Just when you thought life couldn't get any worse

I'd like to recount a story a guy named Philip, whom I had the pleasure of meeting at Hotel Ali in Marrakech, once told me. It is a short one, so hopefully I will retain the shortest of attention spans. This story takes place in a town in the country of Libya. Philip was there doing Red Cross work at a tiny camp away from the city. The usual composed the camp, tents, lanterns, old picnic tables, and the latrines. We now come to the main location of this fabulous story, the latrine. The latrine was a little wooden shack with a rickety door and a rickety door lock. The place smelt of, well, you know what it smelt like, and was perched toward the outside of camp. It was built atop a large cement container, which houses, well, you know what it houses. Now one would think that it would need to be emptied every so often, or buried and a new cement container be built. But in this case, neither was necessary. How you might wonder? The answer is one word, maggots. Layers of maggots live in the cement containers eating away all the shit, so no burying or emptying is needed.

One day, a silly chicken, still a mystery as to how, wandered into the latrine and fell into the cement container. It's cries of horror lasted for 2 days straight, as it made new friends with slimy jr., slimy jr.'s brother, sister, family, and his other 1000 cousins. It also cried while it got showered on by poo. Sadly, there was nothing that could be done, except wait until the inevitable happened.

The moral of the story is, even when you think life is rough, JUST THINK OF THE CHICKEN!

Jon