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To: Rambi who wrote (6065)	1/10/1998 5:29:00 PM
From: James R. Barrett	Respond to of 71178

I wish to apologise for assuming you would answer my question. It shows how much I need to learn to become an advanced P4 person. Unfortunatly I did not apologise to the chicken before taking his feathers. I tried to explain to him that he would be better off losing a few feathers rather than being fried in hot oil but he still squawked his head off while I was pulling out his feathers. I will make a special trip to the farm tomorrow and offer a sincere apology. Besides I need some more soup feathers anyway. Learning slowly but surely, Jim

To: Rambi who wrote (6065)	1/10/1998 5:38:00 PM
From: Janice Shell	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Hmmmm, Jim still hasn't told us about Nancy, who was supposed to be served up Christmas Day. Why is he evading tihs question?

To: Rambi who wrote (6065)	1/10/1998 5:47:00 PM
From: Janice Shell	Respond to of 71178

And accept the chicken for the beautiful person he is with or without his feathers. Tihs reminds me of a story. During the war, a noble English family (not the Mitfords, but they must have been similar) was living at their country house, doing their best to deal with privation. Sure, they still had the great cellar, but not a lotta food. One day a tenant gave them a goose, pre-strangled. The daughters of the house plucked it and stuck it in the fridge. Next morning, to their enormous surprise, they discovered that the goose was in fact not dead. Not at all. The goose was in a very bad temper (but then they always are). The family felt awful. They used their last ration coupons to buy a piece of cloth to make the goose an overcoat, which it wore till Spring arrived and its feathers grew once again. (You are touched, Jim, you are weeping, I KNOW you are...)