There was a place where the little chickens could have their faces painted, and of course we hopped in line. Ava was so excited. I watched with trepidation as we got nearer the front of the line as the number of pink feathers was dwindling and I knew she would be so disappointed not to have PINK, but alas we were in luck and a happy painted girl was had in the end.
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