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I perceived to be auditory hallucinations – the trilling of tiny
humans, calling “Hey, you want to see my chicken? Look at my chicken! HEY, LOOK AT MY CHICKEN!”
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was coming home to roost.
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children pressed up against the fence, standing neatly in a row, proudly clutching … a … CHICKEN!
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seroquel price I rubbed the ivy debris from my face and blinked again. Nope, there was still a bigass chicken sitting on top of the fence, proudly propped up by a horde of small children.
ginseng where to buy Uhm … okay. Were I still back on the ranch, the sighting of a chicken would not be nearly so exciting and note-worthy. However, in our little corner of suburbia, backyard chickens are verboten, in spite of numerous sustainability initiatives.
differin gel uk buy Pleased that they finally had my undivided attention, the chorus of tiny humans continued to sing.
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torsemide canada They had her tied with a leash on one leg and offered her up to be
admired. I, of course, held and admired her. She is a pretty thing (Rhode Island Red, as near as I can tell), and very well
behaved. Alas, no signs of a chicken coop, so I told them to ask their parents if they want me to build Ariana
a chicken house to help protect her from less-than tolerant eyes and hungry neighborhood wildlife.
acivir cream price Cat Daddy’s confused, and keeps asking me “Why is there a stealth chicken living next door?” And “Are you really going to build a chicken safe house? What’s next, the Poultry Protection Program?”
carafate liquid price Personally, I’m just happy Ariana isn’t a rooster.
sporanox injection price As far as Newt? We haven’t told him yet, lest he decide to invite himself over to the neighbor’s house for “dinner.”