|When Franklin was boss|
|The Littles at 9 weeks|
Mama Hen: Get out of there, I need to lay an egg Right Now!
Aphra: Well, do it someplace else, I have to lay an egg.
Mama Hen: That is my nest, you get out.
Aphra: No it isn't! Use the empty one right there.
Mama H: I can't. It is icky. I hate the hay in it. I can only use that one. Get out!
Aphra: I will not! I am laying an egg.
And on it went. End of story? Neither one laid an egg in that nest! Chickens!
|Peaceful resolution for these two|