My head was hurting this morning, so John drove down to the farm where we get fresh milk every week. And he brought the milk home, took milk to the other folks in the neighborhood who share driving duties with us, drove down the interstate to town, ran some errands. He was on the other side of town, stopped at an ATM, when the man behind him told him there was something on his rear axle. It was a chicken from the farm! And miraculously it was still alive. Although it was mighty unhappy.

John called me from Target. What do I do about this chicken? He went into Target, but the people who worked there were too apathetic and lazy to try to round up a box for him. Eventually he did find a box, and luckily, he was able to catch the chicken, which was milling around the parking lot by then. I called the farmer and told her the story. The chicken will be reunited with its family this afternoon.

Don’t you love a happy ending?