This is the same nephew who I have converted into loving sharks. He does have a thing for animals. Especially for what he calls "the bad chicken".
When my little nephew and the rest of his family lived with their parents a pheasant was often in the back yard. For some reason the little guy was terribly afraid of it, calling the pheasant "the bad chicken". So you could scare him into not going in the basement or whatever by telling him that's where the bad chicken was or that it was going to GET HIM!
After they moved out of our parent's house, but only a few blocks away, it seemed as if the pheasant followed them to their new house. At least that is how they tell the story.
So being the kindly uncle I am, I am mailing my little nephew this letter tomorrow, "Dear B****, I miss you. Love, the Bad Chicken". I will write that text around this picture:
He's gonna love it!
What I think is funniest about this post is that people who don't know the name of said nephew might instinctively read a bad word into B****. And if you imagine the bad chicken calling him that in the letter, it's even funnier.
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