The Missing Chicken

    During this recuperation from my hysterical-ectomy, friends have been wonderful.  Flowers, candy, cards, a gorgeously soft blanket and all kinds of offers of help.  The one thing that made me laugh out loud was a bouquet that came in a mug.  The mug had a chicken on it that said 'Get Well.  Eat Vegetable Soup" and attached to it was a huge mylar balloon that looked just like the chicken on the mug.  I put it in the bedroom and woke up to every day, laughing until I hurt.  The face was great!

The flowers wilted and so out they went, the mug is now holding a nice cup of tea, and the balloon was floating around the kitchen.  I said WAS because this morning, my chicken is G-O-N-E.  It got cold here and so I had to put on the hot air heat, and I am afraid he got blown elsewhere.  I have gone into every room - no chicken to greet me.  So now I am in fear... fear that this balloon is going to pop out at me at any time and scare me to death either by heart attack, or by laughing until I pop stitches!!  I am proceeding with caution.  If you see this chicken, please contact me!