Come here, Daisy Mae, what's that on your face ?
"Nothing, Dad."
It's a prickle. Hold still while I pull it out.
"No Dad. You'll pull my whiskers."
Tough luck. I'm not having you walk around with a prickle in your whiskers.
"Ouch. Oohh. It hurts, Dad. Ow. Owowow. "
Poor chicken. Serve you right for rolling in nasty things.
Si the Dogblogger.
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