The Chicken eaten 'round the world

Because everyone from Mexico to Malaysia is eating chicken (sorry Charlie!) my mom thought she'd get some, too. We don't have village chicken we have only Kroger chicken with all the requisite growth hormones and anti-biotics. Well, maybe once in a while is okay. Here is the Kroger Bag o' Chicken.

My mom plated it on her fine and rare chartreuse Fiesta ware.

She pulled off a piece and dangled it over my head. I see the light! I see the chicken light!

Give it to me! Give it to me! I'm a good boy! I want it now! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

Oh, boy, oh, boy, it's getting closer!

And...it's gone in a flash! I'm not as dainty {or well-trained--mom note} as Lorenza or Amber-mae--I eat my chicken like a real wolf!!

Sigh. Time for an after chicken snooze. Thanks, guys, for the suggestions. Maybe we can have PIZZA next like Thor. Yeah, I think it's...zzzzzzzzzzzzz