I've spent the entire morning snooping around the local woodlands looking for the perp who dug its way into my hen house. I found a fresh kill right behind the shed. The painting and other nonsense Vicki has planned for me is just going to have to wait. This is big time stuff, we have an unknown predator lurking in the woods, and its trying to get at my hens. It's most likely a raccoon, fox or fisher cat. Each one more evil than the next. If whatever it is get inside, it will be a bloodbath, my babies wont stand a chance. I wonder, to spare them a potentially horrifying death, should I just put them out of their misery now? That may be just what the fox wants me to do, I would be playing right into its greedy little paws. It must be a fox, to be that cunning. He's trying to get me to kill my own chickens, because he can't figure out how to get in. I've got goosebumps just thinking about it. This fox is a genius. But how does he benefit by me killing the chickens. If he's half as smart as I think he is, he knows I build caskets for all my fallen fowl, and bury them deep in the ground. There has to be another angle I'm not thinking of. No, he doesnt want me to kill the chickens, he digs killing too much...
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