I once saw a documentary of the amazon. The barely clothed jungle man looked quite skinny.

The filmmaker gave the man a chicken.  There must have been some prior conversation between them because the skinny guy put the chicken on a string and then dipped it into a river or tributary of some sort.

The water went crazy – like you may have seen in PSA u-tube videos of people dropping a frozen turkey into a deep fryer.

Then, only a few moments later, it all stopped – just like that.

The man raised the string and the chicken was gone.

Apparently there are tiny, frenzied, angry, chicken eating fishes, lots of them, just below an otherwise calm surface. Without the chicken you’d never know they were there.

The filmmaker then left the scene headed off to film more Ripley-esque endeavors. He waved farewell to the skinny, now chickenless man; all the while taking pictures of the departure.

For posterity I guess.

I could not help but think the skinny guy with the odd smile would have benefitted far more from the chicken than the angry fish did.

Then again, what would be so unique in a documentary about a skinny guy eating a chicken.?