It has been contemplated for years which came first, the chicken or the egg? For Dr. Bethel Fisher it was definitely the chicken.
And, if one wanted to gain this chick's attention, one must love chickens. This dedicated agriscientist, a pioneer in her
field, was far more interested in saving her fine feathered friends than landing a fine-figured man.
Grant Clark wasn't a chicken, and he hated taking a back seat to a rooster named Ledger and a hen named Breezy, but he
would do about anything to get closer to the love of his life, even if it meant growing feathers. This handsome ladies man
was bound to convince his longtime crush that getting clucky in love could be almost as fun as discovering a scientific cure
for a rare poultry disease. Almost.
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