Well, whatever was wrong with the chicken won't be bothering it any more. To borrow a phrase, it's now an ex-chicken. Owners have been informed and the response was "what colour chicken was it?". As you do.
And it appears to have stopped raining.
In his defense, it was a pretty good book.
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I fell asleep reading a book and woke up to the sound of orange chaos: In
Purrsy Bysshe Shelley’s defense, I think we’ve all wanted to crawl into a
book af...
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