The one where the chickens discuss the lunch menu

It was Sunday morning around 10. Lucy and I had just returned from a beautifully normal and blissfully uneventful ride. The gentle rhythm of her gait helped center all the good energy of the universe back toward the 7MSN, pushing out all the weirdness from the previous days.

Then I looked out the bedroom window and saw the hens getting ready to attack a snake.

"Enough is enough!" I shouted skyward. I calmed down when I realized it was a harmless bullsnake and the universe was simply giving me a photo opportunity. No cause for alarm. No need to write part four of the weirdest thing series. Whew.

The chickens took a step back and patiently waited for me to get the camera. 

Aibileen: Well, girls, what's the plan here? Should we eat him?

Peach: I think we might want to wait until he's a little bigger. 

Divided by five, those would be awfully small portions.

Me: Make up your minds, girls. He's headed my way and I don't have my shoes on.

Clara: You really should keep a pair of boots by the door, you know.

Me: When did you get to be so smart?

Me: There he goes. You blew your chance, girls.

Me: Wait...he turned the corner and crawled right back in. I think he likes it here.

Eugenia: This guy obviously hasn't read the one where Peach ate the tarantula.

Minnie: Why do you think he's not afraid of us?

Clara: Snakes are very good listeners. He heard mom declare there shall be no drama this week.