So, weeks ago The Daddy brings in little snack packs. He puts them in this big styrofoam container and he says “In three weeks, there will be baby chickens, Boogie!”

So I watches and I watches, and I waits, and I sniffs, and I counts the days.

Then one day, a miracle. From the little snack packs, these chirping snacks appear. They bust out of the shells, and they stumble around (snacks are not very smart, nor are they coordinated and graceful from the moment of birth like Boogie was).

So I patiently waits. And I waits and waits, and soon there are many many snacks stumbling around and chirping. So I waits for The Daddy to open the snack container so I can eat the snacks, which chirp a lot and are generally annoying especially when Boogie needs his beauty sleep.

But then, when Boogie is not paying attention, The Daddy takes the snacks out of the house and then they grow up and then where is Boogie’s snacks? Nowhere to be seen. And they gets too big to eat in one bite, and The Daddy makes sure they are protected from the mighty and fearsome Boogie, and again Boogie can SEE the little chirping snacks and smell them, but he cannot get to them past the electric fence and the two layers of fencing. Boogie is mighty and fearsome, but only so mighty and fearsome. Boogie is not a superhero, Boogie cannot leap the fence in a single bound and bite the heads off chickens and slurp them down, then leap the fence back into the back yard and look all innocent when The Daddy comes to see what has happened.

The Boogie has limitations, and he gracefully acknowledges them. But this teasing, this showing of the snacks before the snacks are whisked off to grow into big and obnoxious birds who poop out eggs, this must stop happening, because it makes Boogie angry.

And you wouldn’t like Boogie when he’s angry.

Later, stupids.