OK, my story is from the 2018 @mnfringe. I went to a show called "Hamlet, But Hamlet& #39;s a Chicken."

Hamlet was literally played by a chicken. A live hen. Gently and lovingly carried on and off stage by a chicken handler. They were therapy chickens borrowed from the U. https://twitter.com/BCDreyer/status/1320102293480574977">https://twitter.com/BCDreyer/...

The company performed a series of scenes from Hamlet. They told you which scene each one was, so you& #39;d know. (Some of them were performed very creatively.)

Finally we got to the scene we were all waiting for: Hamlet& #39;s Soliloquy.

The handler brought out the chicken, put her on the stage, and exited.

And the chicken just hung out on the stage, being a chicken.

And every audience member looked at the chicken, ABSOLUTELY RIVETED.

It helps that chickens are cute and appealing animals, actually. Especially amiable pet chickens.

The chicken walked around a little.

At one point she spread her wings and fluffed up her feathers.

And everyone in the audience kind of gasped.

It& #39;s one of those moments of theatrical magic that& #39;s very hard to describe, because FOR REAL it was just a chicken, hanging out on a stage, being a chicken, and yet ALSO COMPLETELY MESMERIZING. I don& #39;t know how to explain it. But I go to the Fringe in part for moments like this.