[dunkelgrun]

Once upon a time I ran over a chicken with my pushbike. When I came to, wedged firmly in a prickly hedge, I vowed that if the stupid bird was flat out in the road - complete with tyre marks - I would take it home and eat it.

When I finally managed to extricate myself and turned around to look - no chicken. Just a broken egg in the middle of the road.

So as far as I'm concerned that's one age-old riddle definitely solved.
However, it didn't solve why the bloody chicken was crossing the road!

:cheers: