Chicken loves his ball. Loves it. If I roll it away he’ll glare at me, then chase it and lay down next to it as if to say, “Just come and get it. I dare you.”
A.
Chicken loves his ball. Loves it. If I roll it away he’ll glare at me, then chase it and lay down next to it as if to say, “Just come and get it. I dare you.”
A.