The special homemade jerkey arrived in the mail from Chez Bogart, and what a treat! Talk about scrumptious! Cap and Glynn both liked the beefy Hearty Chew, but I myself perferred the Chicken Chips. The smell, the taste and the texture were superb.
Then I got one of my great ideas. Actually, this one was quite brilliant. Really, I do have them now and then.
I raced out to the barnyard and looked up my old buddy, Oz. You may remember Ozzie the rooster from The Feather-Plucking Incident of '07 (of which we do not speak). Anyway, I told ol' Ozzie about the chicken chips, and suggested that he might want to donate his chips to the Greater Good...
"Whoa! Look at the time!" exclaimed Oz as he high-stepped across the yard and around the barn. I guess he had someplace to go. A bus to catch, maybe. He seemed in a terrible hurry and didn't even get to hear the rest of my plan for making our own chicken chips.
So I guess when I get a hankering for more, I'll have to contact Bogart and get some from him. We probably don't have the equipment or know-how to make our own, and we'd love to visit with Bogart some more anyway. Those jerkey treats sure were good.
But I still think my idea might have flown...