The first apartment my hubby and I got after getting married was above a hairdresser's. There were two store fronts and two apartments. The hairdresser and his wife lived in the other and we shared the basement for doing laundry....

So as per the norm on a Saturday morning I ventured down to the basement with a huge basket of laundry.As I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard a noise but kept walking over to my washer. The noise got louder and startled me enough to turn around to see what it was....

Running towards me from under the basement stairs came 12 chickens racing about wildly while I screamed and screamed and screamed (chickens chased me as a kid) I found the courage to run past these monsters and breathlessly got up to my apartment.

Gasping for breath looking like I had seen a ghost my husband, ever so concerned calmed me down enough to ask me what was wrong.....

I was crying but I managed to get out that a bunch of chickens were chasing me in the basement. He told me to smarten up and quit shooting the shit and tell him what happened. It took me forever to convince him to go down and see.

Well he went to hairdresser(remember it was a busy Saturday) and walked in and yelled to the guy, "Hey! Are those your chickens in the basement?" The hairdresser denied there were any there and so my hubby went downstairs and presented one to him...they were gone within the hour (probably in their freezer)