“I want a fuzzy chicken” she said. “One with fuzzy feet”. I laughed. “What kind of eggs will it lay?” I asked. “White of course”.
“I want a fuzzy chicken” she said. “One with fuzzy feet”. I laughed. “What kind of eggs will it lay?” I asked. “White of course”.
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