Today it's chicken. Tomorrow it could be wombats. You never know.
But then again, maybe not.
I once had a chicken but it outsmarted me. Vanished one day. We never did find the car.
Speaking of chickens, I wonder how many speak French. Fluently.
Mom never liked chickens. She even burned my chicken suit. At the crossroads. At midnight. Beneath a full moon. She was a little funny that way.
And then there was Dad. To the best of my knowledge he was in my chicken suit when Mom burned it. Anyhow, we never saw him after that, so I can't complain.
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