Shortly after my husband and I began dating, he came to visit my parents for the first time and stayed for supper. My mom served chicken. Now, I’ll give you his version of what happened next.
Husband’s Story: When I started to chew the chicken, I bit into something that was very hard and was not likely to have been part of the chicken. I surreptitiously removed it from my mouth and placed the object on my plate. As I continued to eat, I encountered more and more of these objects in the chicken. Soon, I had a small pile of what looked like buckshot on my plate. And it actually was buckshot, they soon confirmed and explained how it had gotten there.
It seemed that Marge’s mother had a very nice garden in which she took a lot of pride. The farmer next door, however, believed that chickens in the country should run free. And I’m sure you have guessed that they liked to come down and scratch around in her garden and eat some of the flowers and vegetables. Marge’s mom complained and complained about this to the farmer as well as to her family. The farmer would not pen his chickens. So, my future father-in-law began to shoot the visiting chickens. And my mother-in law served them for supper. Curiously, none of the family ever found any buckshot in their food. And stranger yet, the farmer never stopped his chickens from running free.
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aginggratefully 