My chickens have become enamored of strolling halfway across the road and nestling down on the white stop line at the stop sign. When cars come, they take their sweet time sauntering back onto the grass, if they feel like it.
I can't for the life of me figure out what they're up to. The road is much colder than the grass, for one thing. For another, there's nothing to eat there and the girls are all about the snacking.
Any ideas for a punchline here?
I can't for the life of me figure out what they're up to. The road is much colder than the grass, for one thing. For another, there's nothing to eat there and the girls are all about the snacking.
Any ideas for a punchline here?