Elianai Santos Palhano


The maremmas got into the chicken coop. They’re still puppies, so they meant no harm. But it scared the poop right out of the chickens (the poop was white with fright). The maremmas are supposed to protect the chickens, but since they’re babies, they just wanted to play. This morning, when I heard the big ruckus, I found the maremmas frolicking in the chicken coop. Not chasing, not pestering, not wanting to have a little chicken cutlet for breakfast. Frolicking. “I’m in the chicken coop! Look at me! Ha-ha-ha!” I couldn’t be angry with them. You should never be angry with a creature who is having that much fun.

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