Tonight, we had a rather nice dinner of local chicken, local BBQ sauce, home-grown beets, sauteed garlic scapes, and steamed rice. Carving the chicken is my job and while doing so, I had the following conversation with our ‘children’:
Tucker: “Are you cutting chicken up there?”
Matt: “Yes.”
Tucker: “Can I have some?”
Matt: “No.
Tucker: “Please?”
Matt: “I said No.”
Tim Tam: “Might I have some chicken?”
Matt: “No … wait, where the hell did you learn to beg?”
Tucker: “I taught him!”
Tim Tam: “Don’t make me come up there, human.”
They got chicken.
Moose and Ink 
Hee! What handsome companions you have!
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It’s to mask the unbridled terror they bring upon us.
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