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Psycho Fluff Ball.
It was only a couple of weeks after the
attack that I learned the reason it had occurred.
She was still flitting around, trying to chase
every leaf, twig, or creature out of the barn,
when I heard some peeping sounds coming
from a dark corner in the barn. Despite her acts
of intimidation, curiosity got the better of me,
and I inched closer. Sure enough, it was full of
little fluffy bundles of about every imaginable
color.
“Well, Fluff,” I said, “where in the world
did you find yourself a rooster?”
She looked at me sideways and squawked
a long squawk as if to say it was none of my
business. I watched, day by day, as the little
chicks grew, and then sadly, one day, they just
disappeared, but not without a trail of feathers.
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