Tuesday, March 9, 2010
One time, Mommy was holding Aunt Bea, and I poked my head into the fence door and sniffed Aunt Bea. And Mrs. Beasley came over and pecked me right on my nose. That Mrs. Beasley is one cranky chicken.
When Mommy sat down to hold Ethel, Mrs. Beasley and Coco and Mrs. Wiggins and Aunt Bea kept pecking Mommy's feet and her legs and her jacket. Aunt Bea likes Mommy's wedding ring and kept trying to eat it off of her hand. Chickens are dangerous pets. Maybe we should get a pit bull instead?
Then me and Scout had to get our stupid flea medicine and our medicine so we don't get wormy hearts. We stink like flea medicine. But Mommy doesn't care. She says we can sleep in the bed anyway. That's why we love Mommy. She loves us no matter how stinky we are. And we are pretty stinky.
Anyway, it's time for bed.
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