Anyway. I put the chicken out this morning and covered it. When Brett and I got home early this evening, Brett said, "What is that?"
I looked over to where he was standing. "Oh no. That's a whole chicken breast."
Thank you, Donny. Looks like we won't have as much leftover as I was hoping for.
|To accomplish this, Donny had to jump on the counter,|
take the chicken in his mouth,
jump off the counter with it still intact,
and carry it about twenty feet.