I ben looking on that chiken a long time. It wer all pale and qwiet like it ben waiting for some 1 to member it. I tuk it up soft and sayit, "You my fayr 1 now." I cudnt tell if it ben bird nor feast nor sum thing from the Littl Shyning Time. I kep it clost agenst my chest till the colde gone in to me and I thot maybe love aint all ways for them as breeth. Sum times love is jest the way you carry what cant come back.