A vanishing act. In one act.
It was like a magic trick without a magician.
One moment there was a chicken. And then PFFT! All that remained was a ball of feathers.
No evidence. No hints at possible stagecraft. No signs of struggle.
Just a lingering riddle with no solution.
And feathers. Feathers everywhere.
One moment there was a chicken. And then PFFT! All that remained was a ball of feathers.
No evidence. No hints at possible stagecraft. No signs of struggle.
Just a lingering riddle with no solution.
And feathers. Feathers everywhere.
posted by d l wright at 5/21/2009 08:43:00 PM
2 Comments:
maybe a dingo ate your chicken
sadly, probably just a raccoon.
funny enough: i was talking to our downstairs neighbor about the disappearance and a van pulls up with a girl who had found a baby chick wandering around in her backyard. it wasn't the missing chicken, but my neighbor offered to take care of it until the proper owner could be found.
so after 24 hours he is now at net zero chickens.
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