Gertie: Guys! Please stop having drill sergeants/ queens! I think Terry is getting ideas...
Terry: Yes! I shall make them give me all the blackberries that fall into our run (There's a blackberry bush growing over it). Otherwise I shall peck them and eat their fallen feathers.
Lady: That is so disgusting! Why do you eat feathers, Terry?
Terry: They taste good. And eating them shows that I'm in authority over other hens.
Lady: Well, it's gross. Not to mention mean and painful to pull feathers out of other hens. *Cough, cough* Such as me.
Terry: Yes! I shall make them give me all the blackberries that fall into our run (There's a blackberry bush growing over it). Otherwise I shall peck them and eat their fallen feathers.
Lady: That is so disgusting! Why do you eat feathers, Terry?
Terry: They taste good. And eating them shows that I'm in authority over other hens.
Lady: Well, it's gross. Not to mention mean and painful to pull feathers out of other hens. *Cough, cough* Such as me.
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