The only witnesses to my home invasion that I know of are chicken; chicken as in poultry and chicken as in lacking nerve. My chickens are so chicken they probably wouldn't tell me what the intruder looked like if they could. They got a good long look at him though as he broke in right by the coop. I've changed my mind about the camera. At first I was offended that the intruder didn't take my camera, my binoculars, my television, and some other things that could be pawned. Now I think he came in, saw my jewelry (all costume jewelry), saw that I had no X-Box, no iPad, no blue ray player, felt sorry for me, grabbed the cash and left. I was wondering why he chose this house. I live in a neighborhood with some very fancy houses and mine is not one of them. I do, however, have something very valuable and that is a private back yard. I think that is why my house was chosen.
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