It’s funny how some stuffies become instant ground cover for me, while others last a long, long time.
This is chicken.
Chicken was a gift from my friends Forrest and Autumn and their mom Leslie.
His squeaker is gone, and he’s past due for a bath, but I love to play with my chicken.
Compare that to the other stuffed chicken sent at the same time. That chicken is no longer with us.
Rest in peace, other chicken.