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Sherry said it was a quail, and cuz their hippie neighbor had ‘em, they should too. She’d cried about the chickens in cages but hadn’t minded eating their eggs all her life.
Larry watched it ponce around the back garden. Two months they’d had it, and still no eggs. How did birds get eggs anyway? Did they have sex with another bird? And how come eggs didn’t have baby birds inside?
Larry didn’t know, and he was tired with Sherry looking for a life that didn’t belong to her.
So he left.
Didn’t bother with a note, neither.