Fat Chick: “I hear someone hatched an egg this week.”
Henrietta: “Oooooo, I just love it when someone hatches an egg! What kind of chickie was it and what color were the feathers?”
FC: “It was a little chickie named Maddie and her head feathers were brown. I couldn’t see the rest of her, but, she looked mostly pink to me.”
Henrietta: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pink and brown chick before. What variety was it?”
FC: “Human, you ninny! That lady that takes us around the office while the boss is gone, you know, letting us drink Starbuck’s coffee and eat Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups? She had a little human chickie this week.”
Henrietta: “Ah, I just love chickies. They always feel so soft.”
FC: “Ya, SHE got to go see her yesterday and came in this morning talking all about it. Got to hold her for a long time yesterday. She’s all happy about it.”
Henrietta: “I heard her say she took her a stuffed horse. A HORSE! Can you imagine? What’s wrong with a chicken or a goose or a duck, I ask you?”
FC: “Maybe we should send her a little stuffed bird on our own, what do you think?”
Henrietta: “I wish you wouldn’t talk about things like little stuffed birds this close to Thanksgiving. Gives me the willies.”
FC: “Well, anyway, I think it’s great. Love chickies and can’t wait to see her. Maybe we can get our picture taken with her for the blog!”
