We have apparently bred a chicken-child.
Found sleeping on her perch last night, we decided we were wrong about her lot in life. She is not going to be the next Shawn Johnson. Rather, she is destined to scale mountains, sleeping with her tent securely staked into the side of the rock....where she is safe from parasites...and from sleeping in her own droppings...
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