So now all the other animals are crossing the road to go to the memorial service (after lunch on the lawn - chatty providing the chicken?) and to carry on for the chicken... let's see what they think about 'crossing the road' once they've gotten a taste for it - AND if they make it. BTW, what road are we talking about? political asphalt? gender clay? moral gravel? agistical hardpan? dietetic cement? character caliche?
Loc: Southern California
"cracking up" ??? Oooh, you're good. I do believe you've ruffled some feathers lately, but I'm glad you haven't flown the coop. From one hen to another, I'm ready to go home to roost. All this road-crossing has me scrambled!
And this little chicken never crossed the road..because she was all cracked up and blind to boot...and she´s basically a very comfy chickadee who doesn´t like to move around too much..been there..done that..
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