Pretty much every time we look out the kitchen window, this chicken--today I named her "Fraulein"--has escaped, and is happily eating every grub in our backyard. Now, it's just fine with me (and everyone else) that she's eating the grubs--but unfortunately there are also some dogs and cats that probably wouldn't say no to eating her. So you see, Fraulein, it is for your own good that we keep throwing you right back in the enclosure every time you get loose.
For the record, said "enclosure" is of a perfectly respectable and humane size. I suspect Fraulein just has a problem with authority.
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