[...] This post details a funny experience with thieves: Lina asked us, “Who’d you buy the chickens from?” We told her the name of our chicken vendor, who we know is also a family cousin that lives up the road. “Ahhh,” Lina said, working something out in her head. “Well, while you were gone your chicken spent a lot of time at Manuel and Lina’s house (the notorious Manuel with a wife of the same name as our story teller), and she says your chicken is actually hers that was stollen a few days before you two got your chickens.” I felt a litte sad about this, like someone was going to try and reposses one of our chickens after we’d spent some time taking care of them and getting them used to living with us. “She says she knows her chicks and that one is definitely hers.” So I explained to Lina, that it could be possible, but we’d paid for these chickens when they were just chicks and had waited a month before collecting them, so I didn’t really think they were stolen. “Well it could be that someone stole her chicken and sold it to Maria who sold it to you and no one even knew it was stolen.” I told her, yes, that was possible, but probably the best way for this to be worked out was for Lina to talk directly to Maria, as the two of them could communicate better without Jaime and me in the middle. They all agreed that sounded reasonable, and we left it at that. …