Clara the Dancing Chicken.

Clara performed at the Chinatown Fair arcade on Mott Street. She was white with a red comb. After you put a coin in the slot on her cage she would peck and strut. I would feed in another coin or two, mainly because I felt sad for her and wanted to give her something to do. Maybe she was resentful and just wanted to be left alone. It was hard to know Clara’s true feelings. Around that time I became a vegetarian. When I think about Clara I still feel sad.