A friend came by to visit and commented on my sad, tired face.
Looked him over and admitted to feeling down, explaining that I had just lost six chickens.
He, of course, was hooked into the fabrication by now. HOW?
I began by explaining that my recent four bean soup sucked and I decided to feed it to the hens. I made a point that one group was most voracious and gobbled most down before the others had a chance at it.
That, of course, did not answer the question about the demise of my chickens.
"GAS," I replied. "Chickens cannot pass gas and the beans killed them". "Jason and the Amethyst Gems were part of the group.
But that was not the worst of it, the discovery this morning did me in. I had woken to no Rooster crowing and no chickens scurrying about so I went into the pen and found them.
What blew my mind. They had all become round bloated soccer balls and were plugging up the henhouse exit door so the others could not get out."
"I was now clearing some land so I could bury them!!!!"
Eyes bugging, I finally had to admit that I had been teasing him and had just sold them to someone else.