So totally love itThe only thing that seems crazy to me is their relation to T-Rex.
I mean, if a chicken is well fed and relaxed it doesn't make a lot of sense, poor innocent little birdies suffering from false allegations. Cute little sweeties.
Then one day I went out to the juvenile pen with my lawn chair and some leftover Lees fried chicken (why don't they have the chain more places, it's the very best).
"Look little ones, it's pork!" I fibbed to them.
I started to pick apart the... pork... when suddenly I was mobbed. Tearing and flinging bits of flesh as fast as I could to keep them off of me. Soon a vortex started, a ring-around-the-rosie with me in my chair at the center. 15 carnivores ran past, vacuumed up every speck of flesh I could fling at them, and began to eye my fingers with eyes of darkness as they whipped past me, round and round.
A scene from Jurassic Park with the raptor trainer flashed in my mind. That's when I knew... once the bucket ran out, I was next on the menu. I had to get out of that chair. So I flung what remained of the flesh into the air and leaped away as fast as I could.
Later, I saw them out there sitting in my lawn chair. Eyeing me.
Now I know. I know what they really are.


