Exactly what the title says.
We had, for dinner last night, we had chicken last night. It was frsshly made; it was freshly baked. We put it in our little oven. It was so good we all had seconds. It was super delicious. The chicken thay we ate came from the farm out back. My sister loves our animals. She especially loves our chickens. She even has a favorite - or she had.
My little sister doesn't know - not quite yet; she hasn't been told. The chicken that we ate last night, from which she gladly took a bite, was her favorite one of the bunch. (Leftovers she did have for lunch). And while the pain and grief have not gone through her, the chicken certainly has.
