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The Chicken Saga pt. 6
I came down with quite the doozy of a cold this week and have thus been out for the past several days, unable to post. Don’t worry! The saga is now back from its hiatus, with more hilarity and hi jinx for your enjoyment.
The Chicken Saga pt. 5
Of course I asked….it just wasn’t until later that evening!
The Chicken Saga pt. 4
The Chicken Saga pt. 3
…Although a chicken roll call would be most amusing.
The Chicken Saga pt. 2
I promise the rest of this story isn’t just a bunch of bad puns.
But I had to get that one in, given the subject matter.
The Crazy Continues
Remember my last post about the September Strange?
I wasn’t kidding.
Starting today, I will episodically post this saga, wherein a fowl has found herself adrift in suburbia, and the adventure that ensues.
This story is totally true (with some added punchy humor, of course.)
The September Strange
Guys, I have a theory.
I’m convinced that my theory is like Einstein’s Theory of Relativity: not necessarily provable enough to be a law, yet it’s still so undeniably true that it should be a law anyway.
September is the month when the crazies emerge.
I don’t know why this is, but I can prove it’s true because when I sat down to sketch just some of the weirdness I’ve come across over the last two days, I was flipping through my sketchbook and saw I had recorded the same kinds of weirdness on the exact same dates last year.
Coincidence? Certainement pas.
I don’t know what it is about September that makes The Strange happen.
Is it the barometric pressure? An astrological alignment? Or has it something to do with the atmospheric change in the Southeast when the seasons change from sweltering August to still-sweltering September?
Does the annual arrival of the much-anticipated PSL strike such a desperate yearn for cooler temperatures that the hoards of pumpkin-spice-addicts become completely unhinged when the realization hits that NC’s September weather will NEVER deliver on the Insta-cozy, cottage-core vibe they were hoping would suddenly imbue their souls after their first sip?? Does this unhinged-ness then propel itself into the atmosphere, coating everything it touches like so many motes of pollen?
Anyway, it’s just a theory.