tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629301231907528990.post39507112672157817..comments2024-03-26T18:01:57.609+00:00Comments on Inky Fool: Plucked From ObscurityM.H. Forsythhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01464964455944509750noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629301231907528990.post-48885897697900297942010-02-22T20:22:57.498+00:002010-02-22T20:22:57.498+00:00I do believe this actually, because I met a woman ...I do believe this actually, because I met a woman whose mother knitted a green jumper for their hen (confusingly called "Brownie"). Brownie was one of seven chicks hatched in an airing cupboard in Prescot about sixty years ago. The rest were males and were destined for the pot, but Brownie became a much-loved, though feather-bare, house hen.<br /><br />Alas, one night Brownie fell off her perch, and was found suspended by the neck the next morning, strangled by her pullover.Moptophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03043271018134053860noreply@blogger.com