Dear Mr. Chicken,
(Wait … I should probably say Mrs. Chicken because if you were a Mr. you would be a rooster, right?)
Dear Mrs. Chicken,
Please accept my sincerest apologies for completely destroying you in my attempt to slice edible pieces from your smokin’ hot body today.
I suck at carving.
Signed,
Katie the Chicken Butcher
PS Thank you for upholding your promise to taste good.
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