This morning I was walking along the dirt road near my house, trying to clear my head from the excessive eggnog I drank with the excessive wake-me-up-one-more-morning pills, when I almost ran into two of Emory's farm animals. Crazy Emory is my old neighbor; he recently retired as a farmer-turned-librarian; they say he can't recite the alphabet for the Dewey system anymore. Anyway, one of the animals was a pig, the other a chicken. The pig scampered across the road when it saw me approach, but the chicken remained stationary. Then I swear to God I heard the chicken cackle-mumble out loud, "Now what's my motivation? What's my motivation?"
-Old Gargoyle
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Fewer pills, darn you!
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