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fandomtownies2025-12-15 05:48 pm
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Pick Your Poison, Monday
"Don't eat that," Pam said.
"That's poisonous to birds," Pam said.
"I-- well, I guess it's free manure," Pam said.
She had hoped to spend some time working in the yard, cleaning up the last leaves and checking in to see how her plants were responding to the weather. But she didn't have time. No, instead, she'd become a chicken babysitter for the day.
"And I-- what are you--"
Or a baby let-chickens-sit-on-her, apparently. "Are you going to be on my shoulder all day?" she asked the little thing.
"Buh bah bup," the hen said decisively, and curled up against her neck.
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"That's poisonous to birds," Pam said.
"I-- well, I guess it's free manure," Pam said.
She had hoped to spend some time working in the yard, cleaning up the last leaves and checking in to see how her plants were responding to the weather. But she didn't have time. No, instead, she'd become a chicken babysitter for the day.
"And I-- what are you--"
Or a baby let-chickens-sit-on-her, apparently. "Are you going to be on my shoulder all day?" she asked the little thing.
"Buh bah bup," the hen said decisively, and curled up against her neck.
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