The little one’s the best hunter.
She had to be. The biggie of the flock, Jellybean used to peck the shit out of all the others when the grain came out.
Blacklicorice was second in the order. Theother and Two would eat their fill as well.
But Petunia? None of Jellybean, Blacklicorice or the other two would let her eat.
A chicken’s gotta do what a chickens gotta do.
So jaknow what Petunia did?
She ate worms, grubs, maggots and beetles.
Daurn bird can snatch a fly clean outta the sky when she times it right.
Sounds gross eh?
For me. Yes, this is gross
For you? Perhaps. I am uncertain about your dining habits.
But for chickens?
This is prime rib cooked medium rare and served with a whole bunch of other yummy stuff that I won’t even type up because if I do I won’t write anymore but will be forced to eat myself to death on an impulse.
Phew.
Glad we dodged that one…
And Petunia dodged too.
She’s still the runt.
Jellybean is still a word that rhymes with runt.
Jellybean’s the bully with three other chicke…
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