
Yesterday the chickens were panicking. Some of them managed to fly out of their little pen. All of them though were running in absolute fear. Fred was making his “Danger, danger” call and the girls were listening and heading for cover.
The problem is that they were running from a Butterfly. Yes. A butterfly.
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poor babies! they didn’t know what a butterfly was!
I think its time for a big fried chicken dinner for all you friends
i can understand where they were comin’ from. Little butterflies mean BIG problems, I should know!
A butterfly landed on Ivana’s arm, she wouldn’t come back outside for the rest of the day. I’d say shes CHICKEN!
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