Dec 8, 2001
I was half-awake in bed this morning, taking stock of the fact that this might be the first Saturday morning I have spent here since I moved in. And I was persistently annoyed by the sound of a...chicken? A child pretending to be a chicken? Several children being harassed by chickens? A cat that sounds like a chicken? I can't be sure. I only know that the sound was ghastly, that it went on for ages, and that I was tempted to lean out my window and yell for it to stop. Only I worried that it would turn out to actually be a chicken, and I would have felt foolish.
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