"What's that smell?" he asked of the pungent aroma emanating from the room across the hall from his when he arrived home from work one day last week.
The owners of the house were pretty sure they could count on his silence, so they let him have a look. But, alas, he was soon on the phone to his girlfriend who was in Chicago for the Easter weekend and the secret was out.
"Too bad she missed seeing them when you first brought them home," he said. "Do you think they will still be this cute when she comes over next week?"
"Probably not," one of the co-conspirators said. "They grow like weeds."
April 1 is a good time to start some chicks.