Any time they get a chance, Willow and Rose get into the laying pellets that I buy for my chickens.

So, I got to thinking…

If they ate enough, maybe they would start laying eggs and then we would be rich. However, we would probably wind up as a side show in a traveling carnival. Then it happened…

    

One of Willow’s horns punched through the bag of feed. With Rose’s head still in the bag, Willow got a little panicked and began to go in circles twisting the bag tighter and tighter around her horns until…….

her brown eyes turned gray. Rose, whose head was now trapped in the bag, didn’t seem to mind one bit.