I like the chickens to eat the grass. I like the chickens to eat the flowers. Oh, no! The chicken's grumpy! Those chickens were funny. But anyway they're going to be killed for people to eat. Oh! I no want to be eaten!
That's nice chicken wire, don't you think? 
That's me! I'd like to pretend we're at Green Island. It's a place all green. We're really at Dwight Miller Orchard.
Those are apple flowers. They are apple trees.
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