What can YOU say in six sentences?
We built the chicken coop on Thursday, bought the chickens--two hens--on Friday, complaints were filed with the property manager on Saturday.
Endless squawking and wing-flapping not well-received by the neighbors, even the Potters, whose nightly screaming matches would have made George and Martha blush.
The hens, ivory colored beauties named Aurora (by me) and Santa (by my little brother, who did not yet understand chicken gender), ate from my hand by gently plucking seeds with staccato thrusts of their necks through the wide mesh of the coop.
The chickens disappeared on Sunday.
I saw smears of blood in the Potters' driveway two days later when a gust of wind kicked up white feathers by their trailer like pale ashes drifting in a ghostly smoke signal, the smell of boiling chicken drifting from their open kitchen window.