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"...We'd
feel better if we were partners."
A few days later, Pearl needed to spend a few days in the house recovering from a predator bite that removed nearly all her tail feathers. Inevitably we started in on the egg issue again. "What does it cost you to feed us?" she asked,"surely you keep some sort of records?" I hated to be the one to tell her.... "Well, if your going to be irresponsible that doesn't leave us any choice" she told me. "We're having another meeting". The upshot was that the chickens demanded we sell our eggs for at least the going rate while they investigated alternatives. "You
need a marketing strategy" she said."You always say we're special-
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