The biggest one appeared to me to be of Barred Rock descent.
"Apple Annie is my name and these are my sisters, Little Lulu and Mrs. Turner.
'Tis true we are new here, but things look good and we might stay awhile.
Mrs. Turner is old and blind in one eye you see, and was getting too much attention at our former abode in the bedroom holding the door open."
We passed the evening as fast friends, almost as if we were rocking back and forth on the porch in the summer time with an old friend who knew your every thought with no need to engage in chit chat.
The lights eventually grew dim and the snow drifted high at the windows.
The warmth of our friendship caused all of our eyes to hang heavy and soon we were finding ourselves awakened by the raucous clatter of my man, Streudel, wondering where his woman was.
I made my apologies to my new friends, wished them well and made my way home to snuggle up again on top of the curtain rod with my honey.
He takes such good care of me, pointing out all the choicest morsels when he takes me out to eat.
New friends are nice, but when my sweetheart beckons I must respond.
Tel est amour.
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