Here Chick Chick Chick

My nephew loved his chickens. He fed and watered them. He was a good chicken owner.

There was one ever so small problem. He was the only one who could see them.

When we would all go to the mall we usually met at a little restaurant there for a quick lunch before we went home.

My nephew would seat himself and pull his chickens from his pocket. Then he would sprinkle salt from the shaker onto the table. He would open a small container of coffee creamer. His chickens had food and water. 

We always left a good tip. We still worried about the extra mess waitresses had to clean after he gathered his chickens to take them home. They said they did not mind because they enjoyed the chickens too.

The restaurant also had a nice children's dessert. It was a dish containing one scoop of ice cream, candies to make a clown face, and an ice cream cone for a hat.

My nephew cried because he would not eat a clown. The waitresses had learned this so they served all the ingredients in separate dishes. He happily ate it all that way.

But what happened to the chickens?

One day while playing in my mother's back yard my nephew decided to show the chickens to his cousin (my niece). She looked at them with interest. Suddenly she snatched them and noisily ate them all!

His chickens were gone. I guess he did not want to take a chance with new ones.