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Believe it or don't: Before Burning Man 99, I had never heard the "Chicken Dance" song. (Shameful head-hanging ensues.) I had heard of the legendary Playa Chicken, however. These two fowly things conjoined one night on a bicycle trip across the playa. A small, glowing enclosure loomed. Inside, lit by black lights, were a couple of signs:

DO YOU TRUST THIS CHICKEN??
THINK OF A QUESTION!
PRESS HERE [indicating the chicken's foot]
TAKE AN ANSWER
GOT IT?"

To the right of the Chicken was a basket of folded fortunes. (Hmm ... "Folded Fortunes": book title? Band name?)

Ah. The chicken. Well.

The chicken in question: a stuffed chicken. Big deal...

...UNTIL you pressed that foot, at which the Playa Chicken danced to the funky "Chicken Dance." It danced normal speed. It danced fast. It danced slow. I was mesmerized. Screw the fortune-telling. I couldn't get that song out of my head. I walked around for days to the "Chicken Dance" song. I believed that the song itself was my fortune. Often, I would hum the song. I became the Playa Chicken. Yes. Yes, I did.

No one struck me. But many threatened to.

"Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh /

Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh /

Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh SQUAWK SQUAWK!"