"This chicken is sitting in a glass container."
Instantly, the snake was gone along with the fake tree. Instead, a lovely speckled Wyandotte chicken sat in a fake nest. The name on the sign altered to Jewel.
"Well, call me a boring stereotypical farmgirl, but at least you're more portable now," Mandy chuckled. Going inside, she bought the hen and brought her out of the store in a carrier.
Jewel took this rather well, barely making so much as a cluck.
Setting the carrier on the floor, Mandy crouched down to look her former boyfriend in one beady eye. "Now, if you're gonna be a chicken, let's make sure you do what a chicken oughta do, hm?"
Quickly, she generated a few sentences.
"This hen is twenty weeks old."
"This chicken is used to people."
"This chicken already likes her new owner and hopes for a belly rub in the near future."
Mandy smirked. "Ain't that sweet. Looks like you're one o' those puppy-dog chickens who sleeps on my pillow. Works for me as long as you do one thing."
Finally, she saw the sentence she was looking for.
"This speckled hen lays about four large eggs every week."
"Bingo! Now let's have some fun!"
Mandy replaced...