Owning a giant chicken was hard. Ben knew that the other cowboys all made fun of his untreditional beast of burden, but he consoled hiself with the fact that his mount was the only one which would eat the people he especially despised.
Black hen "You know, Cecil, I'm glad that Poppy is a star basketball player and all, but your daughter seems to get all the treats and she only shares with you."
Cocktail carefully eyed the flat, inanimate snake with which her owner had laced her shoes- proof, if one needed any- that the owner was both stupidly powerful and insane.
"Alright, ladies, line-up line-up line-up!! I'm going out foraging alone since none of you sissies can fly two feet. But that doesn't mean you can just flop over and die! I want you doing what you should be doing, when, exactly when you should be doing it! Understand? Dismissed."
Hey! Sorry I didn't respond. I haven't been on BYC in a while, so I didn't see it. I've been busy outside and inside the house and the computer got ignored. How are you?
(Standing pullet) "So how is the escape shoot coming along?"
(Others)
"Greta! Not. While. The farmer. Is watching!"
"Hole? What hole? There is no hole here."
Oh my gosh! Your coop is absolutely stunning... I want it. Me. Mine. Drool. I love it! Thank your husband and your neighbor, they did an amazing job helping you. Definitely post more pictures!
Well, darn. I blame technology. Or, my sister. Just not me.
DTYCAGWK - Dragons Think Your Crunchy And Good With Ketchup.
ISHMSAM Instantaneous Semi-Hereditary Meet-yo-maker Syndrome can occur at Any Moment!