I just read this to my mom. She was laughing so hard and so was I.
Here's my chicken math story.
Me, Dad, and my siblings were going to a restaurant. There were no seats open at the moment, so we went across to Atwoods. Well, Atwoods has chicks, and Dad says...
"We need to get some chickens..." and, of course, we all start begging him to get some. "Oh, please, Dad..." I say. "I'll only get four." I say.
Well, I had my four picked out in the order that I wanted them: one black, one gray, one white, one brown (I knew nothing about chickens or how dangerous they were back then.)
I was going to leave when I saw... *dun dun dun*
the silkie! I was fascinated by the black skin and beak, and just
had to have it. I felt like the Emperor of China to have such a fascinating and "exotic" creature.
Well, we left the store, but that wasn't the end. Oh no, it was just the beginning. As soon as we got home, Mom realized Atwoods had chicks, and she rushed out to go "look".
I found that they had just put Polish chickens out right after we had left, and I fell head over heels in love. I told Mom "Just one...", but I couldn't resist getting the three that I most fancied.
Later on, we had to go get chick food. We saw the EE's and we just loved their cute, fuzzy bearded faces. This time, it was my sister that wanted to get some. Just... two...?" she said, hopeful. "NO!" Sarah begged, and Mom finally agreed. Sarah picked out 4.
So, to sum it up, 4 chickens=5 chickens+1 chicken=3+0 chickens=4 chickens, which all comes to 12 chickens, but somehow we have 20... how did that happen???
So there you have it: the evil powers of chicken math at it's finest!
(I'm not even gonna go into details about everything we found---and bought---on craigslist.
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