A mouse but also kind of like a chicken.

I have just had chicken for dinner for the 17th night in a row. I do not know this but for the next three months, chicken will be on the menu every night, in every possible form, cooked in every possible sauce. I am next in line for my tablets, I make an inappropriate joke, the nurse doesn’t laugh and hands me the little tiny pills. I reluctantly swallow most of them, open my mouth and show the witch they are down. I see how many I can hide in my mouth while she looks. Only one tonight.