Micah: I know you have read of my food forays before. Despite what any furry might think, I am not a thief! I am a pirate of the dry seas.
Cyndi: Our readers can decide for themselves. This is what happened on the Funny Farm Saturday.
Taylor: Jan popped the top on the trash can and turned to grab the coffee grounds to throw away. Micah took a big leap, grabbed a chicken leg bone from the trash and raced for the bedroom.
Cyndi: A chicken leg has a long, thin, sharp bone. Jan was terrified he'd swallow that and she'd lose him to a perforated internal something or other. She raced (boy, is that an exaggeration!) after him.
Marcus: I heard the commotion and came running through the other bedroom door. Micah sprinted past me.
Percy: I was right behind Marcus.
Rusty: I wanted to know what was going on, too. Percy and I turned and ran after Marcus.
Taylor: Marcus can be a bit aggressive at times with food so Jan switched from chasing Micah to running Marcus out the back door before he took the bone from Micah.
Marcus: She lied! "Come on, Marcus, let's go outside," she teased, and then she closed the door behind me.
Cyndi: Jan reached the kitchen door just as Micah's head bobbed into the trash can for seconds. That meant he had lost the leg bone, so who had it now? She slammed the trash lid closed and took a quick look around the bedroom. No bone.
Percy: She entered the living room and it was quiet. The only one of us in sight was Merci who was about to lie down on her bed.
Rusty: Jan was walking by when she realized Merci's stance was a bit odd. She was standing nose to her bed.
Taylor: Why was Merci standing nose to bed? Jan stopped. Merci raised her head and -
Merci: I was napping on my bed when Micah and his entourage sped by. A chicken leg flew over and hit me on the head. Just as I was about to take a bite of my good fortune, Jan swooped it up and left me empty-pawed.
Buddy: I was good. I watched the circus from the comfort of Jan's bed.
Marcus: Did I hear someone say Jan has a chicken bone for me?
