“Farid, you are keeping a hawk; don't expect her to lay eggs like a chicken.”

“My Chicken can do a special trick!"And what is that?"She can lay an egg!"And what's so special about THAT?!"Well, Can YOU lay an egg?”

“His mouth formed an O with lips torn angry in laying duck's eggs from a chicken's rectum.”

“Stop that! What were you doing, perched on the window ledge like a big chicken?"Despite his aches and irritations, he couldn't help but grin. "I prefer to think of myself as a more noble bird, like a hawk.""I'm sure you do. But you flew like a chicken than any hawk I've seen.”

“Egg laying is the main thing, Lily. She's the mother of every bee in the hive, and they all depend on her to keep it going. I don't care what their job is--they know the queen is their mother. She's the mother of thousands.”

“Well, then, Otter, of course I don’t like Bundt cake. It has eggs in it. Baby chicken eggs. You don’t see chickens standing outside of maternity wards waiting to get our babies to make their Bundt cake, do you?”