A cult, which is different but also sort of the same as the word occult, is what she called being a part of Barry's gang of chickens. She said that he had started calling the farmyard Barry's Barnyard and that the chickens would be in charge of things alongside him once he won over all of the other animals. She had been feeling very uncomfortable and unsafe ever since he had painted blood on their heads - Rex's blood! - and called them his little redheads and she had been looking for a way out and she is super grateful for the Committee and the support of all of us in the COA.
I showed her everything twitter this morning and showed her my connection to the outside world and I told her that I have a weblog too where I can write longer things than I can on twitter and that I sneak into the farmhouse some nights to tell the whole world what is happening on our little farm and try to find solutions for all of the animals that people eat and ways to make them eat less animals and I also told her what a vegan was and she said she also likes vegans.
It is interesting having a roommate because she does not take up much room at all and sometimes I even forget that she is there but other times, like when it is dusk and our eyes are a little heavy it is nice to be in my own shack and just have someone to talk to. She is a very brave little bird and much smarter than I would ever have thought to give a chicken credit for.
She is my friend and she is now in our little group of close friends and let me just say that life is a little better right now than it has been because of her.
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