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My little girls and my wife helped me, and

I felt stupid crying over a chicken. But the way

she had trusted me to help her and had given her

life for her children had made her seem almost

human.

I became mother hen to her little brood,

who would often follow me around, and I

endured a lot of teasing from some of the old-

timers. When the chicks were nearly grown, I

found a home with a chicken farmer for them

for all but one. I saved the feistiest mottled

little red hen and made a permanent home for

her in the stallion’s manger.

I named her Fluffy.

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