Missing

Have you seen this chicken?

Babs McCluck was last seen heading out of the

henhouse around 3 PM the other afternoon.

It was an afternoon like any other.

She pecked around in the grass,

explored the edge of the wood...

and then she was gone...

without a trace.

AWOL...she never returned to the henhouse that night.

Although I am writing this with a touch of humor,

you must understand that I am truly saddened.

Babs was my favorite chicken...

ever.

She wasn't really a chicken,

but a kindred spirit in the body of a bird.

We had a connection.

We talked, we cackled, we bonded.

No more.

Babs is gone.

The henhouse will never be the same.

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On another note, 

let's discuss Hank.

Hank the "*#@**!!"

Yesterday morning I had to sequester Hank.

In the guinea pen.

He is a menace...
a flogging menace.

I am scared silly.
See that menacing look in his eye?
It's the stuff of nightmares.

Hubbs says no chicken soup for Hank.

He wants to try rehabilitation...

behavior modification.

Bad behavior will have consequences...

negative reinforcement.

Enter.......

the Super Soaker!

Look out Hank....it's war!