Deep in the Himalayan mountains, where the air is thin and the chickens are tougher than mountain goats, a legend was needle felted into existence—Chick Norris. He rises with the dawn—not to sing, but to sizzle. Armed with chef hat and fuzzy yellow fury, he stares down a trembling egg confronting it with the intensity of a final showdown. The egg never stood a chance. This is no ordinary chick. This is Chick Norris: hand-crafted justice with a side of eggs, over easy.
