Chicken on Turkey Day

I’m thankful for conversations like…

Him: I’m thankful that I found you.
Me: That’s sweet and everything, but the fact is that I found YOU.
Him: That’s what you think.
Me: Re-writing history, are we?
Him: Nope. See, most people think that when you meet someone you want, that you have to think like a fox. That you have to be clever like that to get who you want. But when I saw you looking at me like a fox, I thought to myself, “Self? How do you catch a fox? By acting like a CHICKEN, that’s how.”
Me: So, you acted like a chicken? To attract the fox?
Him: (tapping his temple) I had it all figured out, see?
Me: That is the folksiest, oddest thing I have ever heard you say. Have you been watching Dr. Phil?
Him: Laugh all you want. The chicken doesn’t mind. The chicken…is content.
Me: The chicken…is weird.
Him: The fox…is just jealous.
Me: GAH.

I’m out,
Librarian Girl

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7 comments

  1. Both too clever for your own good ;)PS: Don’t forget to set the VCR/DVR for The Librarian 3 next weekend! Finally the public gets to see the truth about what you do all day.

  2. That really explains his side of that multi-post story you told us earlier this year about how you two met. And how you were all “You’re so dreamy!” and he was all “Yeah, that’s cool.”Totally fox and the chicken.

  3. but if he knew to ACT like the chicken, does that actually make him the fox and you the chicken for thinking you were the fox? i guess everyone’s happy thinking they’re the fox. it doesn’t really matter anyway, as long as there’s happy dancing when y’all meet up at the end of the day.

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