How was last night? Is the Humane Society treating you well? The paperwork that Kyle and I filled out stated in no uncertain terms that we could not request information as to your whereabouts because it is against policy. Since I cannot know for sure, I can only hope that you are being treated ... well, humanely.
I hope you are not upset that we decided to "surrender" you to the proper authorities. You must understand that whatever fate you will meet as a result of our decision is much better than the unthinkable fate you would have surely encountered on the streets of north Minneapolis.
I must say, though we only spent a little over an hour together, there was definitely an instantaneous and unbreakable bond formed between us. I miss you.
Thus, I have written a short poem to commemorate our time together:
Darkness was approaching the gardening plot,
Making me fear that I might get shot.
A rustling sound could be heard by the tree,
I turned my head to see what it could be.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an amiable chicken walking so near!
My eyes blinked not and my mouth gave a stutter,
My husband came quickly to see what was the matter.
No matter at all, for this bird was quite mild,
Clearly domesticated and not at all wild.
Here, also are some photos to celebrate our friendship:
If you are able, please write to us and let us know how you are doing.
Your Newest Friends,
Julie and Kyle
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