I'm so confuzed, WYSuzie... Like, huh???

Mr Kenneth come and got 'um and he'll raise 'um up right to be good chickens...

I just talked with Johnny on the telephone and he was tatolly mystified that we wouldn't kilt 'um ourselves... I mean, these guys were like 6 weeks old and were going to the processing plant tomorrow when he got 'um...

I donno... I'd hate to kilt up a chicken but I would do it fir the P-Vine... I mean, I don't really like kiltin' Bambi but if Bambi is in the P-Vine's garden then Bambi is gonna get the lead... One mornin' I was sound asleep and the P-Vine wakes me up and she's got my 22/410 over/under and she's all upset 'cause Bambi is in her azaleas... Horrors... So I get up, not a stitch of clothes on, take the danged gun, step out onto the porch and send Bambi to the big ol' azalea patch in the sky... Then got in another 15 minutes of sleeep...

But kiltin' 6 week old chickens with my bare hands??? Ahhhhhhh, nope... Or at least maybe for P-Vine but I prolly have to go see Dr. Phil, 'er worser...

No matter... Them chickens is the two luckiest chickens in the stete of Virginia tonight... Mr. Kenneth is a good man an' he'll raise 'um up right... Sho nuff will...

B~