ms. barnes, you know that chicken i told you we got? well my dad's dog killed her. not my dog, my dad's dog. she went into the dog house to lay some eggs and he just killed her dead. my dog...well she dug a grave for the chicken and put a cross on the grave and then gave it a service.
me: what? your dog did all that?
kid: yeah...she's real talented.
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