A few years back Superstore was having a big sale on chickens. Poppy, being the great helper that he is, decided to do his good deed for the month and spend the day driving back and forth from his house to the Superstore, collecting as many chickens as he could in the run of the day .
The only snag in his plan was that there was a limit of two chickens per customer. This may have been an obstacle for the weak, but not for Brighton MacDougald. He made the decision right then that not only would he get those cheap chickens, but that he would also get some enjoyment out of knowing he could beat the system.
So Poppy spent a good part of his day driving to the Superstore, putting two chickens in his cart, going to the cash register to pay, and taking them home to his place. Before heading back though, he needed to alter his disguise. Maybe a new hat, or some sunglasses, or a different jacket. Real CIA-spy stuff. Anything to prevent this warrior from his chicken-mission, and just enough of a change (in his mind) to throw them off of his diabolical-poultry scam.
At the end of a very long and tiring day, I think Poppy had well over twenty chickens. Proud of himself, he called up all of his children and told them to come on over and pick up their birds.
And when my aunts and uncles arrived at his place to pick up their share of the chicken-smuggling operation, they realized that Poppy obviously didn't have room for that many chickens in his fridge, and they were all warm from sitting on his kitchen counter all day.
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