I Was Drugged. Something Died. As Usual.

I got a cold.

I took a full dose of Nyquil.

That was dumb.

My head was foggy the next morning.

And I was off kilter on into the afternoon.

The couch was my friend.

I stayed on my friend.

All morning and on into the afternoon.

The children came to see me.

They asked for food and drink.

I granted permission.

They fed themselves.

The animals needed food and drink.

They did not come to see me.

I just knew.

I sent the children out.

One child returned to see me.

"MOM!  ACHICKENSTUCKITSHEADUNDERTHEDOORANDGOTSTUCKANDKILLEDITSELFANDITSGROSSANDICAN'TEVENOPENTHEDOORANDYOUNEEDTOCOOOOOOOOME!"

I rose from the couch.

I donned a winter coat and thick work gloves.

Two children were called in to assist.

I took stock of the situation.

A dead chicken peered at me.

From a crack under the door.

Just as the child had reported.

I went through an alternate door.

Two children were given instructions.

One child whined.

"THATISDISGUSTINGYOUWANTMETOACTUALLYGOOVERTHEREANDOPENTHEDOORWHERETHEDEADCHICKENISSTUCK?!?!?!"

I ignored her.

I went into the coop.

One child corralled the live chickens.

I grabbed the dead chicken's leg.

A child opened the door from the outside.

Where the head was.

I pulled the chicken out.

I trudged through the snow.

Carrying a dead chicken.

The chicken was tossed over a fence.

It landed in the field.

I went back to the house.

The boots, coat, and gloves were removed.

My hands were washed.

I collapsed on my friend.

I stayed there.

All afternoon and into the night.

COW brought pizza home for dinner.

Everyone ate.

I extracted a promise from COW.

Remind me

To never take

a full dose

of Nyquil

again.

Ever.

ANDSTOPRAISINGCHICKENSBECAUSETHEYARETHEDUMBESTANIMALSONTHEFACEOFTHEPLANET!!!!!

I'm feeling much better.

The chicken is not.

Have a lovely day!