Today, we're having a chicken dinner. Every part of that bird will be used. Once the meal is done, chicken noodle soup will be made, so basically we'll have food for at least two weeks.
By the end of this, I'm going to be quite tired of chicken soup.
Paul Revere’s Chicken
Paul Revere has a chicken named Gallo. When the American Revolution was well underway, he spent several nights training the chicken secretly in his barn. When he finally felt Gallo was ready, he brought it with him to the Sons of Liberty. At first, they laughed.
“Well, now, laugh if you want, but this here is a highly trained chicken, and Gallo here will help us win the war!”
They laughed some more. One of the men spoke up, “What kind of name is Gallo, anyways?”
“Italian” said Paul Revere. A man from Italy traded it for some silver work I did for him.” He set the chicken down. “But as I said, this bird here is *highly trained!”
Another man spoke up. “Trained for what? To lay an egg in the king?” Again more laughter.
“No!” Revere was growing impatient. “Gallo here is trained to sniff out British sympathizers!”
“Lies!” Several men called out.
“It’s true, I tell you! Just wait until you see my Italian Chicken catch a Tory!”
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