"...Bug pecked me on the mouth." (Bug being her favorite chicken)
*sigh*
"Ok, let me see."  She offers me her upturned face.  I see nothing. "Where did she peck you?" I ask her. 
"On my mouth."
"Ok, but where?
In answer, she opens her mouth.
I'm stunned.  "IN your mouth?!"
She nods.
*sigh again* "Point to where she got you."  I figure it's going to be a tooth, something in the front.  I still can't see anything.
She points WAY inside her mouth, up behind her upper teeth, to her hard palate!
There is a *tiny* amount of blood, but nothing major.  OK, I tell her, go wash out your mouth really well.
"How did she manage to peck you way up THERE?" I ask as she goes trotting off.
"I dunno!"  She tosses back over her shoulder.
Uh-huh...'I dunno.'  Suuure.   "Don't put her head in your mouth again, next time it may be something you'll miss!"  I call after her.
"OK!"
Ah, suburban thrills. 
 
 
From my brother:
ReplyDeleteI'm somehow reminded of a Python sketch and a quote about "some fella by the name of Kierkegaard who just stood around bitin' the 'eads off whippets..."