Newton: Ashton, come quick! I found chicken in the pantry!
Ashton: What were you doing in the pantry? Everyone knows our pantry is locked because you’re too naughty to be trusted with it.
Newton: But look here.
Ashton: I don’t care what it looks like. It doesn’t smell like chicken. If it’s chicken, I should be able to smell it all the way over here with my super-sniffer.
Ashton: See? No chicken smell at all. I think it’s a joke. And not a very nice one, either.
Pierre: The joke’s on both of them if they don’t have one of these. And thumbs.
Pierre: Wait a minute. I don’t have any thumbs….
Did you see the rest of Ashton’s chicken capers? If not, you can catch up on her adventures.