Stray Bird
Newton: Did one of Ashton’s chickens escape her emporium? I had better round him up.
Newton: Where are you going, little chick?
Newton: Uh-oh. Are you okay, little chick? Chick?
Newton: Do you need me to give you first aid? Ashton is going to be mad if you are hurt.
Newton: Wait a minute. You don’t smell like a chick. You’re a duckling!
Newton: That means you aren’t part of the chicken emporium. You can be all mine!
Ashton: Hi, Newt! Is that my chicken?
Newton: No, it’s a duckling. You don’t have a duckling emporium, so I’m sure that duckling isn’t yours.
Ashton: I’m pretty sure Miss Connie meant that little bird for my emporium. Don’t mess with him any more, Newt!
Not a Chicken
Ashton: It looks like there’s a new chicken to add to my emporium.
Ashton: This doesn’t smell like right. This chicken is an impostor!
Thank you, Miss Connie from Tales from the Foster Kittens for the chocolate chicken. The head peep really likes it so much Ashton was polite and didn’t take a bite.
King of the Cat Tree
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