Off we go--the special swing, a loop for a chick, while mother hen looks on--as do all the other assorted locals. That would be Henry the Rat, Don Frog, Manny the everlasting Snail and Howie, of garter snake kingdom fame. A kind of ground-level admiration society, for it's not every creature that can manage the ring. Yes, the Ring--that all-encompassing band of coppered wire, specially fabricated by Schirmer and Sons, many years back, in Paris--and tuned to precisely the chicken-octave key. Make note, no sound so fine--just ask little Jeanette, in all her yellow fluffery...
For she will tell...
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