“Can I help make dinner?”
“Sure, Maj.”
“Wait, what is that?”
“Chicken, babe.”
“We’re eating a dead chicken?”
“What? You want to eat a live chicken?”
“Don’t be silly, Mother. But I don’t want to know about the death. Why are you showing me death, Mother? This is not appetizing.”
“Hmmm . . . …Dead dreamless chicken
