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I was standing in line at the post office Tuesday night to send my hard earned dollars to the Government, and this guy ahead of me had four large cartons with holes in them. These were obviously made just for shipping live critters, and they were making clucking and cock-a-doddle-do sounds. The fellow was shipping live chickens, and at least some of them were roosters.
There is a nefarious subculture here who like to watch male chickens kill each other with large steel knives attached to their feet, and gamble on which one will survive. It must be quite a business, because when I watched him paying the postal clerk, he had several one hundred dollar bills out.
Anyway, I didn’t see chickens as one of the choices.
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