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Post by Hannah on Feb 26, 2007 19:15:12 GMT
I look at the kid and smile friendly "He will fix it" I tell the kid "Don't worry, it will be fine.."
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Post by Jacky on Feb 26, 2007 19:20:15 GMT
I look over to the kid and smirk a little, before I put the head back onto the chicken. I put it on the table and roll it, and it blocks once but the head bobs then. Awesome, I'm a professional hen-doctor.
"Do you want it?" I ask the kid, cos else I'll have to give it to Judy to get rid of it.
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Post by Hannah on Feb 27, 2007 7:47:18 GMT
The kid looks suspiciously at it, since the head came off earlier. But when the head wobbles the way it is supposed to do it nods and reaches out its arm after a quick look to its mother who nods encouringng
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Post by Jacky on Feb 27, 2007 13:29:08 GMT
I smirk and hand over the chicken. "There ya go." I look back over to Judy. "You'll get one another day." I wink.
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Post by Hannah on Feb 27, 2007 13:35:47 GMT
"Oh, I am terrible hurt right now that you didn't ask me if I wanna have it" I tell him and chuckle softly under my breath
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Post by Jacky on Feb 27, 2007 14:10:22 GMT
I smirk, "I'll get you donuts?" I suggest.. really just wanting those donuts for myself.
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Post by Hannah on Feb 27, 2007 14:11:42 GMT
I smirk "No thanks, I am stuffed but you can buy 10 for youself?"
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Post by Jacky on Feb 27, 2007 14:13:33 GMT
"And munch donuts all day. I'm up for that." I smirk and get up, going to the counter to ask donuts. ...And I don't bring the crutch cos I'm starting to dislike that thing badly.
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Post by Hannah on Feb 27, 2007 22:24:39 GMT
I watch him walk over to the counter, noticing of course that he is not using the crutch. I purse my lips, don't comment though. He needs to decide that himself of course..
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Post by Jacky on Mar 2, 2007 19:10:32 GMT
I return later with a brown paper bag with chocolate donuts so we can take them home.
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