I needle felted a ninth grade ninja. He met the brucest chicken ever. He doesn’t seem to think so though. (How can a chicken that fights predators* and eats ice cream not be bruce? I don’t get his thinking.) Then Randy was immediately snatched up from my Etsy by another fan, whoo-hoo.
Here be the shoob in his new owner’s collection.
*Don’t worry, despite her hobby of taking on dogs, hawks, and raccoons, she’s not injured in the pictures. She’s molting, so she’s a little naked. The white spots on pink flesh are new quills growing in, ready to be liberated new into feathers.
Bonus info, she wasn’t actually concerned with Randy in the slightest. She was just concerned the paper was getting some choice treats and she wanted in. #Chicken Logic?