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A soft breeze blew in. Mawmaw stood up and in that shuffling

way she had of walking, she moved towards the chicken house,

calling over her shoulder, “Chickens need feeding.”

“Chick-chick-CHICKENS!” Mawmaw called out. Hundreds of

chickens came running and we tossed the feed into the air.