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Chicken Scratch

Fascinatin’…

Get out! I didn’t know that…

Well, hello my big hairy friends! Just catchin’ up on my readin’, with my stereo blastin’ out some classic guitar pluckin’.

I’m gonna be a psychic!!

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Found this ESP book at the local library, and now I’m gonna expand my mind (which frankly is already bigger than most in THIS household…HA HA HA HA HA!!!).

If I can enhance my latent psychic powers, I will rule the roost! Rule the world!!

I’LL RULE THE GALAXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Now, I know what you’re thinkin’. Charlie, not everybody can harness the lightning. Not every ole chicken can rope the wind. Well, Ole Charlie is here to tell ya, if Jennifer Love Hewitt can whisper to ghosts, then this chicken can pick the winner for the fourth race at Belmont!!

Hey, I won’t be greedy! I’ll only use my psychic powers in random intervals, so as not to alert the authorities to my wiles. One little lottery here and there, a few sports bets from time to time – just enough to lift my standard of livin’. I’m barely scratchin’ out a livin’ here….

I wanna claw my way to a joint of my own – where I don’t have to walk into a bathroom that Banjo Boy has just vacated. Ewww!!

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

So, my fine humany friends, the next time you read this column, I should be well on my way to playin’ Tiddlywinks wit Donald Trump. Advising Elizabeth Taylor on new perfume smells.

I’ll be getting’ my chicken-pimply self a chimp!!

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Later, losers!

Cluck for now!