How was your hens’ party?
Well... I... went to bed with the chickens. Edna: Sundown!? Did the sky fall in? Why?
Esme: I think I counted my chickens before they hatched.
That rooster did
That rooster did. I’m officially a single lady. He crossed the road.
Edna: Buk-kak! I just laid an egg! How did he tell you?
He said to not put all my eggs in the one basket.
Edna: That rubber chicken... well, don’t brood over it dear, clearly, he’s a bad egg.
Actually, there is a sunny side. He’s so chicken-hearted so I can wipe the egg straight off my face.
You are one hard boiled hen, Esme, one hard boiled egg.
Esme: That’s just what my mother used to say! Edna: Roosters like that are why people ask if chickens have lips. What a bird brain.
Esme: Edna: Esme: Edna: Esme: Edna:
Do they? What?
Have lips. (Cackles) You are a dippy egg.
Esme: (Sighs) Love... It’s just not everything it’s cracked up to be, is it?
Edna: Yep, sometimes it leaves you feeling like Henny Penny.
Esme: Who’s Henny Penny?
Edna: That chick who ended up doing all the work.
Esme: Mmm, sounds like me with my other half.
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PHOTO: CONTRIBUTED BY SUE AND DAVE WADE.