I heard someone knocking at the door. I was expecting someone to pick something up.
I hollered "Come in!"
And look who entered.
“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I heard someone knocking at the door. I was expecting someone to pick something up.
I hollered "Come in!"
And look who entered.
You know, finding chickens in random places, toted by this one is a common occurrence around these parts.
I'm not sure if I'd call these chickens lucky, but I'd definitely say they have more experiences than the average chicken.
I heard someone knocking at the door. I was expecting someone to pick something up.
I hollered "Come in!"
And look who entered.
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