Then Clucky pecked his shoelace. "New hypothesis: chickens are agents of chaos. I’ll need more data."
The chicken—soon named “Clucky”—escaped Missy’s grip and flew onto Sheldon’s head. He froze. "Fascinating. My hat is now a living organism." young sheldon s04 bd5
Sheldon Cooper sat at the kitchen table, a stack of The Journal of Irreproducible Results beside his untouched milk. "Mom, I’ve calculated the probability of a live chicken improving your mood after Pastor Jeff’s sermon: 87.3%." Then Clucky pecked his shoelace
"It’s a therapeutic fowl, Meemaw," Sheldon said stiffly. " Sheldon said stiffly.