I found myself staring down the
pitcher as he went into a windup, reached back, and let
fly a brown, soft ball of feathers.
I swung the bat with all my might. When I connected, the chicken dropped to the ground like a sack of sand and rolled just outside the first base line. The umpire walked over to it and shook his head. "Fowl", he said. |
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