Feathers

After enjoying a huge chuckle at the story posted by Dr X, I now feel brave enough to share this one:

A little boy & a little girl attended the same school and became friends. Everyday they would sit together to eat their lunch. They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day. This went on all through the fourth & fifth grades, until one day he noticed that hers wasn’t a chicken sandwich.

He said, ”Hey, how come you’re not eating chicken, don’t you like it anymore?”
She said, “I love it, but I have to stop eating it.”
“Why?” he asked.
She pointed to her lap and said “Cause I’m starting to grow little feathers down there!”
“Let me see,” he said.
“Okay,” and she pulled up her skirt.
He looked and said, “That’s right. You are! Better not eat any more chicken.”

He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said to the little girl, “I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches. I’m starting to get feathers down there too!”
She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her.
She said, “Oh my God, it’s too late for you. You’ve already got the neck and the gizzards!”

Starglow