Chicken

“Are you playing with fried chicken?”

My little sister nods, flailing the plastic drumstick in my face. “Bawk-bawk.”

“No, that’s the sound chickens make. This is ‘chicken’.” I reply. She nods.

“Bawk-bawk.”

“No, ‘chi-cken’.”

“Ba-wk-bawk.”

“No, ‘CHIIIIII-CKEN’.”

“BAAAAAAAAWK-bawk.”

“Bawk-bawk?” she asks, handing it to me.

“Sure, I’d love a bite of bawk-bawk. Thanks.”

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