Like I said, I love squeaky toys. And this chicken is, like, the Mona Lisa of squeaky toys. I gave Patty one as a present. We use it to converse with phone scammers.
Here we have a virtuoso of the squeaky chicken toy, performing Bohemian Rhapsody (I almost typed Behemoth Rhapsody: I probably need a nap). I wonder how much practice it took! And who else was in the house while he or she was practicing. I dunno–maybe they can play duets.