"So generous of you to host this neighborhood barbecue," a woman commented as I handed out sizzling chicken to everyone.

"No problem! My boss asked me to help out while he was away," I replied. "I'm only doing as he asked me. You'll have to thank him when he gets back!"

"Does he still raise champion Frizzles?" the woman asked.

"Frizzles???" I asked, confused.

"The breed of chicken he raises."

"Breed of chicken?" I asked, feeling dread washing over me. "I think I may be the one sizzling soon!"