On election day

On our way back home from swimming, voting, dining and chilling at our coffieshop we drove by a roadkill. A dead rabbit lay by the side of the road and the girls wanted to examine it further. The raven was there before us and did not go far when we stooped. We managed to keep the girls in the car to look at it through the window. All kind of great speculation came out of this stop, like

"can one live without its head"
"does the raven also eat chicken?"
"no, but it eats french fries, I know it because I´ve feed him french fries one time"