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Originally posted by Advnt05:
When I was six, I went to visit my great grandmother in rural Mississippi. She asked me to get a stick and go help her find a chicken that had escaped from her hen house and had chicks out in her tall grass by her cow pasture. She sent me on ahead while she stood by the drive way. As I was walking through the grass, this chicken came out at me light it was shot out of a cannon. What was I to do? Like any smart person armed with a stick, I dropped my stick and ran screaming across the field. :eek: That chicken chased me for a good 100 yards. I'm still convinced that if I had tripped, it would have killed me.
Okay, so we are sounding worse and worse here in the South...