Chicken. I may be a chicken, but I know time is ticking and soon I shall lay a egg. First I must find a place to unwind I can't just stand on one leg. I prefer a soft nest, I think that is best then I sit and rise up just a bit. I tell you the truth the big end comes first and out the egg slides... Sign in to see full entry.
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