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By Richard Gleaves
Once upon a time in a small white farm on the edge of the frontier, a chicken was voted leader of the barnyard. She was a particularly fine chicken: robust ... a flourish of her wing, she bowed low before the Great Wolf.
The last thing the chicken ever knew was the sensation of teeth on the back of her neck...
© Richard Gleaves 2009-11-17
Many thanks to Richard for allowing me ...
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