Yeah frank miller is a chicken hawk, a decspicable little man.
One day he shot a chicken hawk and hung it head downward high in the branches of the oak tree.
Now we go to try the chicken hawk.
The chicken hawk says, quite properly, What is this about seducing a juvenile?
The chicken hawks cannot see and Foghorn steps out of the shack.
Having led a sheltered life, however, he does not know what a chicken looks like, only that chicken hawks eat them.
On the horizontal, it was a turkey trying to evade a chicken hawk.
He was still looking up at the sky, like he thought the chicken hawk might fly over his head.
"That's how I happened to get my gun and went out looking for that old chicken hawk, too."
The prayer of the chicken hawk does not get him the chicken.