"Thumbelina, Thumbelina, tiny little thing

Thumbelina dance, Thumbelina sing,

Thumbelina, what's the difference if you're very small?

When your heart is full of love, you're nine feet tall!"

A girl I used to babysit who's probably 24 now, used to sing that song which is how I thought of the name for La Chicken.

You know yesterday after we buried her, we were telling Boozers that the chicken had died and she was up in chicken heaven.

"Heaben?"

"Yes, Boozers, she's in heaven, she died."

"Died?"

So we're walking towards the house and boozers wants to be with mommy. She grabs onto me, hugs me and says "Shhhhhhhh....shhhhhhhhhhhh.."

How cute is that?

She doesn't grasp death, but she knew everyone was melancholy.

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