I had finally located the rooster who was my morning alarm clock... and he stopped crowing. I wondered why I hadn't heard him. Then we had a lovely chicken dinner after church. Oh.
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You really didn't eat that poor thing didja?
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That is so wrong.... I was all "oh cool, a cute chicken" and had to go all the way to "oh yum, chicken pot pie" in a matter of a sentence. x
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ha! I laughed out loud!
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