From: August 14, 2011
"Mom, do you know what I want? A chick. It will be so cute and fluffy so I can pet it."
"But you know it will grow up, Izy... It won't always be little and cute."
"Then I'll eat it!"
"Aw Izaak! You'll eat your pet chick?!?!"
"Don't worry mom, I'll hang it up to drain the blood first!"
*sigh*
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