I used to live next to my in-laws. One day my mother-in-law, who speaks really bad english, asked me to take her to get “fresh (roll the r) chick”. I presumed, she meant “never been frozen” chicken. But I started to catch on as she directed me to a farm. A little old lady put 2 crates in my trunk with 4 poor squaking chickens inside each. Poor chickens, so squished in the boxes. I know where chicken comes from, but really who wants to see them alive 1st?
When we returned I ran inside my house. My father in law knocked on the door & said, I put the chickens in your dog cage because we’re not going to kill them until tomorrow.
So now I have 8 chickens squished inside 1 dog cage. I can’t stand it … the mistreatment. Later I’ll make better arrangements for them.
But first thing the next morning, I hear alot of commotion. I looked outside & see that my dog got into the cage. I ran outside in my PJ’s, & managed to get the dog out of the cage with the 8 chickens, but now I have chickens all over the yard & the dog attacking them. He grabbed them and shook them & threw them to the ground. Their sounds were indescribable. I was screaming. And I panicked. I opened my gate (& I lived on Northern Pkwy. a very busy street)& yelled “Run Chickens, Run!” People passing by stopped & stared. But those stupid chickens wouldn’t leave. I finally managed to get the dog inside. There were 2 dead chickens, bloody & a mess splattered in the yard & the rest were squaking all over the place.
This is the story of my life.
Moral: Never take anyone to get “fresh chick”.
I agree -- not even going to try and top that one. I sure wish I had a video though of Peggy in her PJs chasing dog and chickens around the yard. YES -- Northern Parkway is crazy busy!
Brad says
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Luke.
Luke who?
Luke at all the food!
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Norma Lee.
Norma Lee who?
Norma Lee I don’t eat this much!
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
General Lee.
General Lee who?
General Lee I don’t either!
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Tamara.
Tamara who?
Tamara we’ll have turkey leftovers!
Peggy says
hehe… loved ’em!
Peggy says
This is actually a chicken story.
I used to live next to my in-laws. One day my mother-in-law, who speaks really bad english, asked me to take her to get “fresh (roll the r) chick”. I presumed, she meant “never been frozen” chicken. But I started to catch on as she directed me to a farm. A little old lady put 2 crates in my trunk with 4 poor squaking chickens inside each. Poor chickens, so squished in the boxes. I know where chicken comes from, but really who wants to see them alive 1st?
When we returned I ran inside my house. My father in law knocked on the door & said, I put the chickens in your dog cage because we’re not going to kill them until tomorrow.
So now I have 8 chickens squished inside 1 dog cage. I can’t stand it … the mistreatment. Later I’ll make better arrangements for them.
But first thing the next morning, I hear alot of commotion. I looked outside & see that my dog got into the cage. I ran outside in my PJ’s, & managed to get the dog out of the cage with the 8 chickens, but now I have chickens all over the yard & the dog attacking them. He grabbed them and shook them & threw them to the ground. Their sounds were indescribable. I was screaming. And I panicked. I opened my gate (& I lived on Northern Pkwy. a very busy street)& yelled “Run Chickens, Run!” People passing by stopped & stared. But those stupid chickens wouldn’t leave. I finally managed to get the dog inside. There were 2 dead chickens, bloody & a mess splattered in the yard & the rest were squaking all over the place.
This is the story of my life.
Moral: Never take anyone to get “fresh chick”.
Lauren says
Is this a real story???? Holy cats! You take the prize!!
Peggy says
This is absolutely a true story. Just one of many in my world.
Beth says
Um…I can’t beat that. I just buy Butterballs and roast them…so does my Mom and my mother-in-law. And, they both speak English :D.
Michele says
I agree -- not even going to try and top that one. I sure wish I had a video though of Peggy in her PJs chasing dog and chickens around the yard. YES -- Northern Parkway is crazy busy!