CLUCK CLUCK
For a multitude of reasons, the majority of which seem related to blind bad luck, this Big Mother Clucker does not seem particularly egg-cited by offerings of watermelon. Indeed, there are three shouting and running bits of corn tripping about themselves now, and rather than the laser focus of before, she instead turns her attention elsewhere. Rude, Miss Cluck. Very rude.
TLDR: Great idea Harper - just damned bad luck on the persuasion.
ButNate? Nate has found some hels to snag with his extra arms, and the flapping feathery things are reminiscent, in Miss Cluck's brain, of teensy tiny chicks. So off she trots, thundering through Haulani towards the shoreline, destroying several stalls and upending a cart filled with fish along the way.
Good luck, Nate. She's on her way.
This Big Mother Clucker: 200/200
POST ORDER:
1. Ray 26/26
2. Harper 71/72
3. Nate 69/70
4. Theo 22/22
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TLDR: Great idea Harper - just damned bad luck on the persuasion.
But
Good luck, Nate. She's on her way.
This Big Mother Clucker: 200/200
POST ORDER:
1. Ray 26/26
2. Harper 71/72
3. Nate 69/70
4. Theo 22/22
You have 48 hours to post your response! So that nothing is missed, please include a quick summary at the bottom of your post, including any items that you're bringing with you.
