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said they were delicious。 My mother； though； couldn't get past the idea that she might be
cracking open a dead chick； and pretty soon discussion
turned to the role of the rooster — something me and my Cheerios could've done without。
Finally Lyta said； “If they had a rooster； don't you think we'd know？ Don't you think the
whole neighborhood would know？”
Hmmm； we all said； good point。 But then my mom pipes up with； “Maybe they got it de…
yodeled。 You know — like they de…bark dogs？”
“A de…yodeled rooster；” my dad says； like it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard。 Then
he looks at my mom and realizes that he'd be way
better off going along with her de…yodeled idea than making fun of her。 “Hmmm；” he says；
“I've never heard of such a thing； but maybe so。”
Lyta shrugs and says to my mom； “So just ask them； why don't you。 Call up Mrs。 Baker
and ask her。”
“Oh；” my mom says。 “Well； I'd hate to call her eggs into question。 It doesn't seem very polite；
now； does it？”
“Just ask Matt or Mike；” I say to Lyta。
She scowls at me and hisses； “Shut up。”
“What？ What'd I do now？”
“Haven't you noticed I haven't been going down there； you idiot？”
“Lyta！” my mom says。 Like this is the first time she's heard my sister talk to me or
something。
“Well； it's true！ How can he not have noticed？” “I was going to ask you about that； honey。 Did
something happen？”
Lyta stands up and shoves her chair in。 “Like you care；” she snaps； and charges down to
her room。
“Oh； boy；” my dad says。
Mom says； “Excuse me；” and follows Lyta down the hall。
When my mother's gone； my dad says； “So； son； why don't you just ask Ju
