So now all the other animals are crossing the road to go to the memorial service (after lunch on the lawn - chatty providing the chicken?) and to carry on for the chicken...
let's see what they think about 'crossing the road' once they've gotten a taste for it - AND if they make it.
BTW, what road are we talking about? political asphalt? gender clay? moral gravel? agistical hardpan? dietetic cement? character caliche?