Apr. 8, 2007 - Faith and Pofficer Chicken
Faith has a rubber chicken. Several, in fact. I have no idea why. Her favorite came in her Christmas stocking. It was a keychain that laid an egg when you squeezed it. She bite off the egg and cut off the keychain. Now it is just a tiny rubber chicken. His name is Pofficer. (Again, no idea.) The poor thing has been lost in the snow, mauled by Isaac, and hidden in he underware when she thought I meant that I'd take Pofficer Chicken for lunch. For the record, I said leftover chicken. Easy to understand the confusion seeing as how I am consistantly snacking on rubber chickens. With a little salt, not too bad...
Faith takes Pofficer everywhere with her, which means he has been left everywhere. Yet he aways turns up. Sometimes it takes a while. She loves Pofficer. This should show you how very much.
Yes, she really wrapped him in paper, taped him up, stuff him in a box, covered him with a sponge and taped the box shut. Apparently now he is safe. And ready to move.
