Peter looked doubtfully at "po' lil Lula's" remains, and laid down his fork. Somehow, one can't be keen about eating a loving-hearted hen. "But, Emma, we eat our chickens all the time! You've fried me many a chicken without raising a row about it!" he protested. "Who tol' you dey wuz ours?"
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