
Chicken with head up..."Hey, what was that? Somebody practicing trombone Christmas music? Fa, la, la...let's sing!"

Chicken looking down, whispers at Mildred in the box..."Mildred...Girl, do you have gas again? I know that sound was you, farting in the nestbox...that box amplifies the sound!"
Mildred whispers up..."Yeah...I really need to lay off the milk & Christmas cookies. I like them, but I guess they don't like me. (Toots again)
"Hey, there's that trombone again! Y'all hear it?"
"Yup, I heard it!"

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