BUT THEN. The very next day Mary, our house kleptomaniac, STOLE the chicken! Mary steals other people's food. Your pen. Supplies from the activities cart. Small objects she can squirrel away. Money. When confronted about lifting the chicken, she retorted “It's OK, she doesn’t use it.” Heh heh.
After Mary fell asleep, intrepid aide Henry tip-toed into her room, snatched the chicken back. We decided to let it overnight in my room, for re-gifting the next day.