The Chicken Story

I called my brother late at night. In reality, it was only about 8:45p, but it was dark outside making it feel later than it actually was. ‘Hello?’, my brother answered. ‘Hey, I…uh…regret to inform you that one of your chickens has…uh, died’, I said. I couldn’t sugar coat it. He had to know. BetterContinue reading “The Chicken Story”

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