chicken rustling

Tonight I had dinner with my parents and they got to telling stories about the family. As it turns out, my gran once stole a chicken. It was when the first Chinese take-away opened in our village and the chicken was tied up by its leg in the back garden. Granny, being a bird lover, decided this was terrible and stole it while no one was looking to set it free.

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