Every year I think that we will be greeted by PETA protesters, and every year the trough-o-chicks is back. Fine by me, because Audrey is obsessed with them.
This year, I think I actually did witness a strangulation. Audrey was doing her usual pick-em-up-throw-em-back and jumping up and down and flapping in between, when another mother suddenly handed her a chick. Audrey said, "Awwww...he's sleeping!" and put him back in the trough. Yeah, he was taking one big long dirt nap alright.
So, in other words, either this woman or her child squeezed the chick to death (what the PLEASE DON'T SQUEEZE THE CHICKS sign isn't clear enough for you?), and then they hand it off to Audrey and try to pin it on her. The old blame-the-dead-animal-on-the-autistic-kid move, eh? Hey, I invented that move. Wait.
|Ssshhh, Werewolf Elvis.|
|Performing a chicky gyno exam|
|Look Ma, a twofer!|
|Our pumpkin patch not only celebrates Halloween but|
Hispanic Heritage Month with this Mexican jail jumpy house
|Is Frito Bandido busting me out of here or what?|
Muchas Buenos Felices Halloween-o!