My dad told me one time that it's possible that anything could kill you. A pillow, for example. It may seem soft and comfy, but you could also suffocate on it.
"Even a sweet little baby chick?" I asked.
I mean, look:
"Yes," my dad said. "You might choke on one."
But then than got me wondering, how the heck would you end up with a chick down your windpipe? Unless maybe you mistook it for a biscuit? But biscuits aren't fluffy. You'd have to be mentally retarded in order to be eating live chicks, so that's out of the question.
I wonder if rainbows could kill you. Like, the ones you see after it rains but the sun is out. That isn't really possible, I suppose, so I'll have to unfortunately declare my dad wrong. Correction: almost anything could kill you.
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