A pair of chubby, sturdy legs, down which were slowly
trickling little yellow rivulets, and half of a plump, round body
were all that would go through.
"Pull!" yelled the owner of the short fat legs. "I'm stuck and
can't go no furder. Pull me th'oo, Billy."
About this time the defrauded fowl flew from her nest and
attempted to get out by her rightful exit. Finding it stopped up
by a wriggling, squirming body she perched herself on the little
boy's neck and flapped her enraged wings in his face.
"Pull!" yelled the child again, "help me th'oo, Billy, 'fore
this fool chicken pecks all the meat off 'm my bones."
Billy grabbed the sticky limbs and gave a valiant tug, but the
body did not move an inch. Alas, Jimmy with his cargo of broken
eggs was fast imprisoned.
"Pull again!" yelled the scared and angry child, "you 'bout the
idjetest idjet they is if you can't do no better 'n that."
Billy jerked with all his strength, but with no visible result.
"Pull harder! You no-count gump!" screamed the prisoner, beating
off the hen with his hands.
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