One time, after leaving the bar down the street, my brother and a friend ran into a chicken that was hanging out on the street corner by our apartment. I keep an eye out for a chicken every time I go out now. See, other than a puppy or a monkey, I have always wanted a chicken. Alas, I've yet to see one hanging out on the street corner.
One like one of these little guys would make me very happy. I'd name him Steve.
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