Sunday, November 8, 2009

Good-Bye Fricassee!

We prayed, both inside





We needed a home for ‘our’ chicken (the one who mysteriously appeared).

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Little did we know, this would be the last walk to the bus, for in a matter of hours, Fricassee would have a nice new home.

After scouring the neighborhood for someone with chickens; we called a classmate of Red’s and we were elated! We had a taker!

After establishing he did indeed have chickens, the conversation went like this…

Me: So Mr. W, do you think you’d want our chicken?

Him: Do you think they’ll get along?

Me: I don’t know, I don’t raise chickens, you do.

Him: How will we get him here? I have a box! Is it friendly?

Me: Very friendly. Bring the box and my husband will help.

Within the hour and the lure of goldfish crackers… POOF! Fricassee had a new home, complete with 7 new friends.

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