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A Chicken Named Fluff
I called her Fluff. How she got that name
was purely by accident. I don’t know where
she came from or who owned her, and nobody
else seemed to either. One day she just showed
up in the barnyard and decided she was cock of
the walk. I guess she wasn’t cock of the walk,
being a female, she was hen of the pen, but she
sure decided she owned everything.
She would squawk and flap her wings and
peck at you if she didn’t like something you
were doing. She was red. Actually, she was
kind of mottled, but she was mostly red. She
moved into one of the barns at the horse yards
where I took care of race horses while I was in
graduate school.
She was always busy, running here and
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