"I know, for I made it myself--liked the sound of her.

Parents ain't got no rights to name their children.

Parents don't have to be called them names." Well, these chickens, as I said, was of two kinds.

The first was these low-set, heavyweight propositions with feathers on their laigs, and not much laigs at that, called Cochin Chinys.

The other was a tall ridiculous outfit made up entire of bulgin' breast and gangle laigs.
They stood about two foot and a half tall, and when they went to peck the ground their tail feathers stuck straight up to the sky.