mummified chicken



Today my sixth grader is dressed in his finest black. He’s also taped a feather on either side of his bow tie. His social studies class is having a funeral for their mummified chicken E. I. Eeyaihotep. They’ve been studying Ancient Egypt. I don’t know if there’s anything more I can say on this subject. Other than Max couldn’t eat chicken for a week after watching the teacher pulling the brains and miscellaneous organs out of the bird through its neck.

A Funeral for Social Studies

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