Aug. 14th, 2009

"Well, I think our chicken feather problem has just taken a turn for the weird," said the temp.

"What now?" Ida asked, rubbing her forehead.

The temp opened up the door to the office next door to reveal the plague of hens rolling around the floor. "Yeah," she said.

"Bob!" Ida called, staring at the whole mess.

"NOT NOW!" the gremlin cried, his voice higher-pitched than normal. "LAYING EGGS!"

Ida blinked.

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