Think of the Children!

[stoutfellow]

This one's for hornedhopper, courtesy of James Lileks:

“Once I went to get eggs in the chicken coop. It smelled. Horrible. Chicken poop. I walked in and they all went NUTS, jumping and cawking and screeching like they’d never seen a person before.” In retrospect, who can blame them? I had come for their children. I would leave with their children. Their agitation was entirely understandable.

Read the whole thing.

ETA: Oh, and here's a bedtime story.