Recent events are backing up my original thoughts of the thief. This time there is little doubt that I am cared for. What better way to enjoy the strange weather than with a nice hot latte? Just a few days ago the kidnapper treated me to this rare treat (especially rare for me, a chicken). Jonathan, even if you find me I don't think I will want to go back! This could be a genuine sign of appreciation for my work at church, or he/she could just be buttering me up before the slaughter!
