TikaNM: I hate, hate, hate it, Papa. Why did she do this?
NM: She loves you, Tika.
TikaNM: No she doesn't. If she loved me, she never would have done
that!
NM: She did it for you, not to you.
TikaNM: But, Papa. Now I have to compete for the affections of the chicken. He's like a rock star.
NM: No, Tika, and you don't have to compete. Just be yourself - you'll be fine.
TikaNM: But...
NM: No, Tika. It's done. You'll have to learn to adjust.