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Life has been interesting in the first few days at my new foster home. Since I’ve moved into suite 55, more than one attempt has been made to off me. I’m pleased to report that I’ve made it down with no harm done. Please, enough with the foul jokes. This chicken is harder to choke than you might expect and revenge is a dish best served cold. I sure miss the farm.
– Little Jerry
I’m not sure how to cope . . . it’s all coming at me so fast . . . I’m henpecked . . . and my son was just poached . . . and people keep locking me in storage cabinets . . . I’m not sure if I can go on . . . It would be so easy to just step off the scaffolding . . .
My new home is proving to be a very dangerous place, filled with shady characters. I think I’d prefer to stay in a dark alley in the inner city. Some yayhoo carelessly slammed my head in cabinet door the other morning. The next white elephant exchange can’t come soon enough. I got to get out of here.
– Little Jerry
to Little Jerry’s Blog . . . I’m Little Jerry, the rooster. This is a picture of Shawn and I right after he won me in the white elephant gift exchange. As if anyone can truly own me . . . although, if they could, I’d be quite the prize . . . 