Chicken or Snail?

I feel like this chicken.  You wind it up and it just goes in circles really, really fast, but it never gets anywhere.  Then it just winds down and sits there looking pitiful.

While I cleaned the stove the chicken just sat there looking.  For whatever reason, it held one foot up, just slightly, the entire time.  

Seriously, look, it is just sitting there with the cracked sea salt like it owns the place.  Wings all perched back like it has somewhere to go.  

What are you looking at chicken?

And such a photogenic do-nothing.  Never blinks for  a shot, doesn't have a bad side. 

Yes, I know the green pot needs to be washed.  Thanks chicken. 

What's that?  You like the tree?  Me too.  You look lovely reflected in its light.

Yes, you can see your wind, but it is nothing to be ashamed of.  We all have something that makes us tick!

Ah, snail.  You just chill and wiggle your antennae.  Can you have a chat with chicken?  Chicken is stressing me out.  Can you teach us how to slow down, but I would rather not leave that trail of slime.  Not cool snail, not cool!