Lazarus By unni kumaran Max, our dog, once brought back a chicken; we don't know from where but it could have been from the market near our house. It was late at night. Television had just been introduced into the country and every evening the family sat up peering into the box until the last programme was over. It was a Saturday night and they were showing one of those serials that went on an on. Everyone including grandmother sat up for the show which was the last programme for the night and ended after midnight. So it was really late when Max brought his live chick home.