I'll play with my sassy frass Rose
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Rose was fresh in from the coast. She came from a long line of California mommas. With her gold tan legs and sun bleached feathers, she looked around her new flock mates and realized she looked nothing like them. That's alright, because her momma didn't raise no wallflower. So she figured, if they were gonna stare, she'd just strike a pose. That'd give them something to gawk at.