The Case of the Missing Chicken
April 18th 2010 8:42 am
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It was evening. My pack leaders had finished their dinner and were engaged in some strange activity involving a TV like thingy at the desk. I was laying below the desk, my usual protective position, waiting to engage any violators who might disturb the family scene. Meanwhile, I noticed activity in the kitchen. Seems my little buddy, Monty, was eyeing the remaining chicken. The pack leaders did not notice. They were too engrossed in the thingy on the desk. They talked. They pointed. Monty struck. Carefully, oh so carefully, he raise himself to counter height. The chicken had been left on a plate close to the counter's edge. I watched him. He reached out a lip and took the first piece, then the next. He consumed it all the greedy little pig.
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