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When I was a little girl, I found a chicken in the ditch behind my house. I climbed over the fence, caught him, and named him Mr. Bojangles. I figured out how to hypnotize that chicken from spending so much time with him. About a week later, a neighbor down the street came knocking on the door and told my mother “I bought that chicken to eat to eat for myThanksgiving Dinner.” I was a vegetarian and loved that chicken, so my mother paid the man what he had paid for the chicken so that I could keep him. One day, I came home from school and found Mr. Bojangles laying upside down in the backyard. I brought him inside and laid him on the heating vent. My mother came home from work and said “he’s gone to heaven”, and I said, “He’s just cold, mama.”
