Rosie is the sophisticated big sister of Rocky Jr., another deluded chicken we've profiled here. (They spring from the loins of the same parent company, you see.)
Where little Rocky's naiveté could be excused by his youth, Rosie—she of the pumps and wide-brimmed hat perfectly suited for a ladies' tea—can hardly claim the same gullibility.
Rosie has free-ranged across the oceans, pearls flouncing. She's a single chicken, worldly and wry. She knows what life has to offer. And somehow, having glimpsed its possibilities, having sampled its pleasures, still she sashays along the Dark Path. That way lie the kindly men with insistent knives, the plastic-wrapping machines, and the ovens and plates of a bottomless nation.
Death has seduced our Rosie.
(Thanks to Dr. Bea for the referral.)