The Inflatable Chicken, a sentient, anthropomorphic poultry with a penchant for the absurd, waddled into the city with a single, burning question: "Why, oh why, must I be filled with helium and ridiculed by the world?"
As he wandered through the bustling streets, he encountered the wise and venerable Chicken Council, a group of elder chickens who possessed the ancient wisdom of the ages.
"You seek validation, young Inflatable Chicken," said the lead chicken, a majestic plump hen with a PhD in Poultry Psychology. "But what of it, if the world rejects you? For in the words of the great Chicken Philosopher, 'To be seen, not seen, is to be free.'"
The Inflatable Chicken pondered these words, but still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was just a mere novelty item, a laughingstock of the human world.