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The Food Lady often brings Derperella inside, because frankly, Derp doesn't seem to know the difference. Derp likes it inside; there is no one to chase her, it is dry, and there are things like cotton swabs to try to eat and lots of new things to Stare At!
The other day the weather was gross and the other pullets were giving Derp (and one another) a hard time. They had eggs on the way and it was mighty uncomfortable, so being grumpy was a normal state of pulleting. Grumble-mumble, peck and squat.
Derp came inside and sat with the Food Lady all day! She found that the arm of the Food Lady's chair to be exceptionally good for sitting on. She stared at things like The Keyboard, and The Computer Light, and was mesmerized when she discovered The Flashlight With the Little Red Light Inside.
Derp thinks this chair is very nice, indeed.
But... never as nice as the white plastic chair, outside!
That chat was the BEST chair.
While all the other chickens were bopping around the yard, eating grass, bugs, destroying the Food Lady's flowers, and all other chicken things... Derperella sits on her plastic chair.
Again and again.
Oops! Time to get off the chair, now. The Food Lady called!
The other day the weather was gross and the other pullets were giving Derp (and one another) a hard time. They had eggs on the way and it was mighty uncomfortable, so being grumpy was a normal state of pulleting. Grumble-mumble, peck and squat.
Derp came inside and sat with the Food Lady all day! She found that the arm of the Food Lady's chair to be exceptionally good for sitting on. She stared at things like The Keyboard, and The Computer Light, and was mesmerized when she discovered The Flashlight With the Little Red Light Inside.
Derp thinks this chair is very nice, indeed.
But... never as nice as the white plastic chair, outside!
That chat was the BEST chair.
While all the other chickens were bopping around the yard, eating grass, bugs, destroying the Food Lady's flowers, and all other chicken things... Derperella sits on her plastic chair.
Again and again.
Oops! Time to get off the chair, now. The Food Lady called!
