Eileen came home from the county fair with a silky rooster. He gawked, and pecked, and wandered about the cage, trying to see through the fluff of feathers which clouded his vision. We tried to integrate him into our little flock, but he failed to make friends. When new chicks were hatched, he kept them company, but they grew up and abandoned him. Victor lived a lonely chicken life. That is until he met an untimely demise in Rapid the basset’s mouth. As I held him on my lap in his dying moments, Rapid returned to nurse her month-old puppies.
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