The Shocking Secret the Doctors Missed—And Why We Had to Call the Sheriff!
Charlie was very old, and in pretty poor health. I offered to help him with whatever he needed, but he declined. The sun was starting to set, and I walked out there to tell him that the chickens were getting antsy because they wouldn’t go back into the hen house until he and I left the coop.
Thirty minutes later, I went out there again. He was done with the job, but was once again sitting on his bucket in the chicken coop, smoking. I started putting things in the shed and gently but forcefully told him we needed to leave the coop NOW.
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