Your grandpa got 200 of these little peeps for the hen house, but had to keep them in the big shed till they got a little bigger. Now picture me (as a kid of about 6) sitting in the middle of the floor, and all 200 peeps climbing all over me. Dad could not get me to leave them alone, and I wanted to name them all. Then they got big, and were just chickens and one really mean rooster who chased me.
