Synopsis

Crossroads were perilous for a wind-up chicken like Chuck. He lacked the foresight of a seasoned pedestrian, often ambling into traffic without a second thought. This mechanical impulsiveness frequently resulted in minor collisions – a startled shopper, a toppled stack of groceries, a momentary disruption of the urban flow. Chuck wasn't malicious; he simply operated on a predetermined course, oblivious to the chaos his journeys might create. Each unwitting crossing was a small ripple in the city