The rooster looked himself over in dawn’s light. “Gettin’ the chores done today will be a challenge.”
Martha strutted over, and the hen gave the transformed farmer a loving preen. “Looks like ya gained my monthly curse by marryin’ me.”
He shrugged his wings. “It’s clucked-up, but it’s worth it.”
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