Oreggano and I were in the midst of our Sunday chores – enjoying refreshing beverages on the stoop and observing the activities in the neighborhood, when my neighbor came home and we invited her to join us.
The three of us sat on the stoop, drinking, observing and updating each other on all of the neighborhood activities. I filled her in on the new neighbors, just South of me, who clack away at night and wake me each morning – eight chickens; one of which, it turns out, is actually a rooster and regularly cockadoodledoos. “Maybe it is just a lesbian chicken,” my neighbor suggested. “You may be on to something,” Oreggano told her.
While on the topic of lesbians, we gave my neighbor an update on That’s Not Chinese’s success with online dating. My neighbor, who had met That’s Not Chinese several times, was not aware of the fact that That’s Not Chinese is a lesbian. “If you ask her, she’ll tell you she isn’t,” Oreggano advised and added, “She is just a girl who likes girls.” “Maybe she’s a lesbian chicken,” my neighbor suggested. “Maybe, but she is definitely not one to wake up before everybody else, she’s more of a cockadoodledon’t,” I replied.
Hopefully, we’ve cleared up any confusion my neighbor may have. Specifically, That’s Not Chinese isn’t a lesbian chicken nor is she chicken of being a lesbian – she is just a girl who likes girls and she likes them even more if they let her sleep in.