The chickens were aggressive bettors. My dad gave them false confidence the first night by letting them win. The next evening, he mopped the floor with them. Honest Abe looked on disapprovingly. "Chickens," he probably never once said, "should not play poker."
2 comments:
Thanks for the chicken!! What an unexpected and delightful gift! (And I'm not usually an exclamation point person.)
Glad you're enjoying the bird, and sorry I didn't have a chance to deliver it in person. Thanks for reading the blog!
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