I found Ernie in his backyard feverishly counting his chickens. He had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and did this ten times a day. He didn't shave or shower and ate one meal a day. I approached and the chickens seemed annoyed. They couldn't leap over the six foot fence. They had no union to protect them.
Don't bother me, he barked. I may have counted some of them twice and now I have to start over. I just wanted to borrow his hedge clipper. I was used to his crankiness, but not that smell, worse than the chickens.
I guess it could be worse. He could have been counting worms or butterflies.
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