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Thursday, November 04, 2004

Fowl Dreams

It's 4 am. The whole house is sleeping...until a strange noise awakens us. A muffled, repetitive sound. Could one of the kids be having a nightmare? Is someone talking in their sleep? What could it be?

And then we remember our neighbors have chickens and they're clucking. At 4 a.m. In the backyard. In a major U.S. city.

Of course.

I have a gun. And I love chicken.
My neighbors have a big-ass wolfhound they will loan you. He LOVES chickens.
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