And when that happens--ha!--fried chicken is not on the menu." "N-n-no?" gobbled Terry. "Pork chops?" Rufus clucked with laughter. "Guess again, gobble-face." Something about this rooster's cockiness worried Terry. "You m-m-mean. .... The smell of poultry death hung foul in the air. Terry tried to hold his breath to stifle his fear. Terry's truck ground to a halt. Its back doors opened and, one by one, the turkeys were grabbed and hung by their feet from a metal shackle ...
[original post by Robert Eringer]
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Monday, November 23, 2009
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