Then she must not like you. While your feeling bad about that, can you be a dear and run over to Lyndon real quick and get me a blueberry pie?
Actually, I had a chicken laying HUGE eggs, then she took a month off, and finally started laying eggs again, but they're 1/3 the size they were.
I think she doesn't like me, either.
Tell you what, I'll run over to Dateland and get you a jar of prickly pear jelly, then we can both feel awful together.
(I couldn't think of anything else made here, how sad!)