A young boy and a young girl who went to the same school grew close.
They used to have lunch together every day.
They found out that each day they brought chicken sandwiches!
This continued through the fourth and fifth grades, at which point he became aware that her sandwich was not made with chicken.
“Hey, how come you’re not eating chicken? Do you not like it anymore?” he said.
“I love it, but I have to stop eating it,” the woman remarked.
“Why?” he enquired.
Because I’m starting to get little feathers down there, she replied, pointing to her lap.
He said, “Let me see.”
“All right!” then she raised her skirt.
That’s correct, he said, glancing. Indeed, you are! You’d better not eat chicken again.
He continued to eat his chicken sandwiches until he brought peanut butter one day.
“I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I’m starting to get feathers down there too,” he told the young child.
He took down his trousers for her when she wanted to see.
It’s too late for you, she exclaimed, Oh my God!
You already have the gizzards and the neck!