Dearest, my daddy made me a swing in our garden when I was just a wee child. I used that swing for hours. I would climb and stand on the seat and pretend I was a circus performer. I'd sit and swing up to the sky, I'd dream there, all alone. Having no sister or brother (only a brother in my imagination, whose name was Peter), I'd swing as high as I could go. And, I too still love chickens.
I had kind of a swing once right by the town garbage dump ... and every time my mumme would tell me to take out the garbage, I would gladly do so ... and then swing swing swing ... smiles ... Love, cat.
... and I do love chickens too ... feed 5 of them every year ... as they feed me as well ... my favourite chicken this year is Pearl ... smiles ... Love, cat.
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