A little boy and a little girl went to the same school and became good friends.

Every day, they sat together at lunch and discovered they both always brought chicken sandwiches.

This continued through fourth and fifth grade until one day, the boy noticed she wasn’t eating chicken.

“Hey, how come you’re not eating chicken anymore? Don’t you like it?” he asked.

“I love it,” she said, “but I have to stop.”

“Why?”

She pointed to her lap and whispered, “Because I’m starting to grow little feathers down there!”

Surprised, he said, “Let me see!”

She hesitated but then lifted her skirt. He took a look and said, “Whoa! You’re right. Maybe you should stop eating chicken.”

He kept eating his chicken sandwiches—until one day, he brought peanut butter instead.

“I have to stop eating chicken too,” he told her. “I think I’m starting to get feathers down there as well!”

Curious, she asked to see. So he pulled down his pants.

She took one look and gasped, “Oh no! It’s too late for you… you’ve already got the neck and the gizzards!”