You’re not bad yourself. And call anytime, I’m always down for chicken chasing, he replied in an easygoing tone, reaching over to grab the hen he’d dropped. He began to tuck into it, ripping away the feathers to get at the tender meat underneath. Mmm, he hummed as he ate, his tail swishing over the dusty ground. So, he began, looking up from his meal to his auburn coated friend, are you just like, the resident chicken thief? The question was asked in a curious, yet wry tone.
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again