Coming to a Restaurant near YOU--But Why Worry?
I'm not gonna eat any Chinese Chicken.
Simply put, that is my personal solution to the "Bird Flue" problem.
Kissing a Chicken is out of the question, at least intentionally, that is.
VAN, Turkey -- Sumeyya Mamuk considered the chickens in her backyard to be beloved pets. The 8-year-old girl fed them, petted them and took care of them. When they started to get sick and die, she hugged them and tenderly kissed them goodbye.
The next morning, her face and eyes were swollen and she had a high fever. Her father took her to a hospital, and five days later she was confirmed to have the deadly H5N1 strain of bird flu.
"The chickens were sick. One had puffed up and she touched it. We told her not to. She loved chickens a lot," her father, Abdulkerim Mamuk, said of the second youngest of his eight children. "She held them in her arms."
Before I would buy it, I always recommend that you always ask your chicken..."Sprechen ze deutch?"
Also, it's a dead giveaway if your chicken hands you some Fortune Cookies or proceeds to put itself into a small cardboard box with a side of rice and some little packages of soy sauce...
In that event...
Run...
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