"Tommy," she said, "I'm not eating any more chicken sandwiches."
"Why?" he asked.
"Cause I'm starting to grow feathers down here," she said, pointing to the bottom of her tummy.
"I don't believe you!" he said. "You'll have to show me."
Behind the shed they went, where the inspection took place.
"Gee, you're right," he said. "I've been eating a lot of chicken, perhaps I'm getting feathers too."
"Well, I'd better have a look," she said.
After a lengthy examination, she looked up and said, "Oh, I think it's too late for you, you've got the neck and giblets too!"