Remember back in the 50's, we used to get peeps at Easter time - all dyed pink or blue or bright yellow!
I made a pet out of my peep. He grew into a feisty rooster. He wouldn't let Mom into the hen house to gather the eggs, so I had to gather them when I got home from school. I used dress that rooster up in doll clothes! It's a wonder he didn't hate me.
But one weekend, I was sent into town to my Granma's house with one of my sisters. Came home the next day to find out that I missed the chicken picking day. And the day my poor pet Rooster met his maker. . . .
I could pluck and scorch a chicken but I will not gut them!!!
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