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	<title>Comments on: The Chicken</title>
	<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/</link>
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		<title>by: Nona Taylor</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/#comment-35599</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2007 21:29:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Rhoda, I have a friend--a really dour Scot-type, a retired minister, who grew up on a farm.  He too had a pet chicken--only there was no Mrs. Varshing to take care of the inevitability of a small puff of golden down becoming a feathered adult.  My friend's very practical, unsentimental father whacked the chicken's head one day when my friend was not around.  The pet chicken, gloriously roasted and full of aromatic sage-dressing,  made it ceremoniously to the family dinner table, come Sunday.  Heartbroken, my friend refused to partake of the feast. I've sometimes wondered whether that gloomy expression is a lifelong mark of seeing a living pet massacred for the Sabbath table.

Take your pick--practical dad, or Mrs. Varshing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rhoda, I have a friend&#8211;a really dour Scot-type, a retired minister, who grew up on a farm.  He too had a pet chicken&#8211;only there was no Mrs. Varshing to take care of the inevitability of a small puff of golden down becoming a feathered adult.  My friend&#8217;s very practical, unsentimental father whacked the chicken&#8217;s head one day when my friend was not around.  The pet chicken, gloriously roasted and full of aromatic sage-dressing,  made it ceremoniously to the family dinner table, come Sunday.  Heartbroken, my friend refused to partake of the feast. I&#8217;ve sometimes wondered whether that gloomy expression is a lifelong mark of seeing a living pet massacred for the Sabbath table.</p>
<p>Take your pick&#8211;practical dad, or Mrs. Varshing.
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		<title>by: Mike G.(retired corrections officer)</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/#comment-33891</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 23:45:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Rhoda,thank you for a great story.I can relate to haveing a pet than not haveing a pet.My Mom sometimes would let my pets "escape" when it was convient for her.I lost a cannery once like that also a cat just escaped when she was not looking.
The things Mother's sometimes do to us is amazing.Do not get me wrong I love and miss my Mom,she passed away in 2003 from lung cancer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rhoda,thank you for a great story.I can relate to haveing a pet than not haveing a pet.My Mom sometimes would let my pets &#8220;escape&#8221; when it was convient for her.I lost a cannery once like that also a cat just escaped when she was not looking.<br />
The things Mother&#8217;s sometimes do to us is amazing.Do not get me wrong I love and miss my Mom,she passed away in 2003 from lung cancer.
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		<title>by: Mimi</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/#comment-33875</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 15:53:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Beautifully written, Rhoda. 
The last two sentences speak volumes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautifully written, Rhoda.<br />
The last two sentences speak volumes.
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		<title>by: Jody</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/#comment-33826</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 20:59:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Too bad Bettina didn\'t run away with the salt shaker!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Too bad Bettina didn\&#8217;t run away with the salt shaker!
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		<title>by: David</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/#comment-33807</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:27:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Vivid.  I loved it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Vivid.  I loved it!
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		<title>by: Alice</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/#comment-33800</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 03:18:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>What a great story!  I could see the whole thing in my mind\'s eye.  Terrific writing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a great story!  I could see the whole thing in my mind\&#8217;s eye.  Terrific writing!
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		<title>by: Mary</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/10/01/the-chicken/#comment-33799</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 03:18:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Rhoda, as a fellow-Chicagoan (now-living-in-Texas) and as a woman who has a chicken story of her own, rooster actually, a story in which the subject meets the same fate but at the hands of an Italian woman rather than a Czech, I related well to your story and could easily see you, in all your young determination, romping through the apartment with your prized pet.  Still, the ending shocked me.   I appreciated reading this.  Thank you for sharing it with me.  Now, on to check out your website.

Best,
Mary</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rhoda, as a fellow-Chicagoan (now-living-in-Texas) and as a woman who has a chicken story of her own, rooster actually, a story in which the subject meets the same fate but at the hands of an Italian woman rather than a Czech, I related well to your story and could easily see you, in all your young determination, romping through the apartment with your prized pet.  Still, the ending shocked me.   I appreciated reading this.  Thank you for sharing it with me.  Now, on to check out your website.</p>
<p>Best,<br />
Mary
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