When I was a kid, I worked for a guy named Art, who never took a vacation because he always felt guilty. All work ethic, no play ethic. One day during lunch break, he confessed to me that he was late for school once and the teacher wanted to know why. Art was never late for anything.
“My dad heard a lot of noise in the chicken coop last night and, dressed only in his night shirt, he grabbed a shotgun and went out to see what was going on. About the time he opened the chicken coop door and pointed the shotgun at whatever was bothering the chickens, our old dog walked up and licked dad on the rear end. I’ve been cleaning chickens ever since.”
Chickens! They were fun to watch and I loved eating their eggs, but now they're all gone, I don't miss them much. Especially cleaning out the coop.
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This rings a bell!