The Lard Feast

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A rooster, feathered and well fed was sitting on his waterbed. He swayed and felt some vertigo the cause of which is hard to know. His favourite hen, who was still chaste was getting dressed in a big haste. They were expected in the yard where they would have a feast of lard. The farmer's brother with his gun had killed a porker (not for fun) . Since they were Yanks they only ate pork chops and roasts.. At any rate they'd dump the lard in a big mound right on the, slightly dirty, ground. The chickens went and ate their fill and did appreciate the kill. Perhaps for you the question begs, did they lay more or fewer eggs?

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