Mother Goose and Grimm by Mike Peters for January 12, 2025

O-M-G! I’M DYING HERE!

Can’t unlay them…

Gonna need a bigger hen. Also reminds me of a song I wrote about scammers. Here’s a little piece of it:

I’ll say it once then say again

You’ll get that info out of me

When coconuts are laid by hens

And watermelons grow on trees

What about … Think about that hen.

I’d hate to be the hen they came from…

that’s gon’ be one angry bird

guess now we know what turned those pigs green

Atilla, for being a cat, you sure are brain dead.

What and exasperating situation!

50,000 eggs – 50,00o hens. But still trying to get an egg back inside a hen, without breaking it, would be interesting to watch.

Ouch!

What makes him think they were all from the same hen?

I wouldn’t want to be that guy either, but I’m not so horrified by the very idea that I need the person next to me to hold me tight.

poor hens… that’s gotta smart!

It’s nothing to squawk about.