Of the chicken. May he Rest In Peace.
Mr. Pox is survived by his arch-nemesis, the boy and the girl. We will miss him, the way we miss all things annoying and obnoxious, as a fading and distant memory.
He will be remembered for his ability to be everywhere all at once. I will fondly look back on these days, of itching and oozing, and smile... Just because I know he shall never return.
Farewell Mr. Chicken Pox. I hope to never encounter you again. Otherwise, I shall punch you in your beak twelve times.
