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  • Julie


Called out on Friday for laying a meager three eggs a day, the chickens produced a stunning rainbow of four Saturday morning. And then on Sunday, so as not to leave anyone confused on the matter of the roost and who rules it, a single brown egg was left bedded down in the straw. And how does three a day strike you now? they clucked, the baby's leftover yogurt dribbling down the sleek feathers of their haughtily puffed breasts.


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