When I was like three or four I went to stay with my Aunt Sandy. She lived on a farm. And there were chickens.
When I would go and visit, I would always go into the chicken coop.
One day while I was in there, I apparantly did something to make the chickens mad. They chased me out of the chicken coop.
As the story has been retold to me I ran to my aunt and said, "Aunt Sanny, that schikem said a cuss word at me."
Now I don't actually remember what that schickem said to me that day. But I do know that I hate birds. Especially chickens.
Everytime my mother goes on a cruise she brings me back a chicken.
I'm not sure I will ever live down the story of that stupid cussing schikem.
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