All good, except the part about hatching chicks without the caveat that someone has to take them home one day, which indeed provokes an old yarn of my own family's lore whereupon one sister, we shall call her Lorna (not a real name or a real sister) volunteered her (and her family's) home for domestic poultry residence, a non-democratically agreed to commitment for which she would later regret upon years of continuous reminding, often in the presence of people already familiar with the story. Strange thing, chickens once they have served their scholastic lesson period reach the more tenuous hunger/nourishment resolution period, a fact that did not go unnoticed by this family's neighbors, who were given to poultry consumption and unopposed to the violent means by which one would render the meal compliant to the severe conditions under which active chickens with a future in front of them are then transformed to less active energy sources for others with a more distant future in front of them. "Margo", a name which such a chicken bore over her truncated tenure, at some point was separated from a cautious, but diminished, care-taking family due to a temporary loss of location which can be attributed to the shift of responsibility from one sister to the other (let us call her Lesley in this case) while the younger sister was unable to conjure monitoring skills beyond that of remembering which was "The Skipper" and the other "Gilligan", a premise that would put any pet in life threatening jeopardy, particularly with carnivorous neighbors lurking about, a preposition which cannot end a sentence. So let the lesson truly be learned that chickens cannot be cooped when the cooper flew the coop and the neighbor gulped down the bird. Finished.
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