Then Clucky pecked his shoelace. "New hypothesis: chickens are agents of chaos. I’ll need more data."
That night, as Clucky roosted on a chair, Mary whispered to George, "I wanted peace, not poultry." young sheldon s04 bd5
The chicken—soon named “Clucky”—escaped Missy’s grip and flew onto Sheldon’s head. He froze. "Fascinating. My hat is now a living organism." Then Clucky pecked his shoelace
George chuckled. "At least nobody’s talking about the wedding anymore." as Clucky roosted on a chair
Meemaw appeared at the door. "Why’s there a chicken on the boy’s head?"
Sheldon Cooper sat at the kitchen table, a stack of The Journal of Irreproducible Results beside his untouched milk. "Mom, I’ve calculated the probability of a live chicken improving your mood after Pastor Jeff’s sermon: 87.3%."