Chickeney

Many children have a "lovey". Mine is a rubber chicken. My daddy caught this chicken as it was thrown into the crowd at a Spinners game this past summer. First, we named the chicken George and he sat in the toy box for awhile. I found him again and named him "Chicken Ben" because I like to name things after myself. Once we shared a name, I felt more attached to the chicken and decided he should sleep in my bed instead of in the toy box. His name eventually changed to "Chickeney", no one can remember why, although I still call him "Chicken Ben" once in awhile.
If you ask me about Chickeney, I will tell you that he can talk. He only talks to me though, the rest of my family has yet to witness this talent.
A few mornings ago, on my way to the potty, I left Chickeney on Mommy and Daddy's bed so he could take a nap while I was pottying. In my rush, I almost forgot to turn the light on in the room. Chickeney likes to nap with the light on.
Good thing I remembered, he would have complained.