Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Chicken

My latest story on Shiloh is from breakfast. Positioning her chicken on the table next to a sky-blue clay "homeopathic tablet tube", she pronounced...
"The chicken is going to the store to get food. He's going to get some cheese, and a squirrel, and the squirrel is going to give him homeopathic."

A few moments later...
"He won't eat the squirrel, he'll just give him hugs and kisses."

I am thankful she clarified.

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