Well, he had always "fake tibitted" whenever I talked to him. Maybe I should have taken that as a sign. And the only time he ever wingdanced at me was LONG before the attack, and I made sure he never tried it again. We had intended to make T.Roo into soup, and the first evening he began to simmer, he tasted incredible. Fast forward all night, and there were hunks of undigested feed, grit, and corn floating around in the broth, bringing everyone to the conclusion that my mom had forgotten to remove the crop. Needless to say, since everything in the stock pot was permeated with the flavor of molasses, we won't be eating THAT anytime soon! Or, HEY.......I could always give it to YOU to relish!!!!!! You know you want some, Bubbles......
fake tidbittin? Yep, that was a sign. Stinker.
no way!!!! You are such a stinker
PS are you coming back to the incubating thread, or does it move to fast?