Rainbow Ranch Farms

It starts innocently enough. You think "okay, I can try this" and you join the chicken club and get fresh chickens delivered to your door. You get the box, consider the feet and toss them in the stockpot while the rest of the chickens get lightly salted and put in the fridge for a few days to rest. Then you roast one and discover that it's as good, no better!, than those famous chickens you had in France. So you start roasting more chickens and impressing your friends. Make them say things like "that's so good I want to cry." And you start figuring ways to include more chicken in your life. You double your order and start hiding them so others won't know how many chickens you're eating. You come home in the middle of the day just to roast one and eat it alone with your hands, laughing maniacally and disregarding the burning juices running down your chin. And you claim you don't know why there are chickens stashed in the back of the closet or behind the books in the library and you ignore the whispered "intervention" conversations you interrupt. - No, better not buy these chickens. You can't handle them.