On the other hand, my grandmother used to keep a pen full of fowl, and she never expanded from the collection of chicken and ducks that she had when
I first met them all. That said, she was a soul dead harpy from the nether realms, so one would expect the ordinary decline into farmerhood to be
curtailed by brimstone laced logic in her case.
She forgot the last line about standing ankle deep in manure wearing rubber boots telling your friends "I don't think it smells bad at
Star for truth. I have some good friends that started raising chickens and you know the story now.
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