Spencer liked to sit on the fence. In the sun. And watch the chickens next door.
They were fat and feathery and made wonderful bawk bawk sounds.
Spencer liked to share his adventures. He would come to the door.
To come get someone to go and see the chickens.
He was most insistent. And put on his most charming expression.
Smokey sat beside him and listened to the chickens.
He wasn't all that interested.
Chickens pecked and clucked too much. He twitched his ears.
Cordelia, on the other hand. Was MOST interested in the chickens.
She was far prettier than any of them.
But they DID sport the most wonderful feather coats.
She wouldn't mind a feather coat. Maybe it would make her prettier....
But she dare not leave her sentry duty at the compost bin. Or could she?
There they were. Spencer's chickens. Fat and happy.
Bawk bawk bawk. The chickens cackled at the cats.
Spencer thought: Yum.
Smokey thought: Yuck.
Cordelia thought: Yum, yum, yum, yum. Who needs a feather coat.
I'm STILL the prettiest in the land.
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