Chucky

I'm a boy. My name's Chucky.

The first time I watched Chucky, I had nightmares for weeks.

I have seen the first three Chucky movies.

Mr. (afterwards) Lord Kenyon, lived in Bell Yard, Temple Bar. Mr. Kenyon's early habits were those of strict economy : he had his shoulder of mutton roasted first for one day, the next day he had it cold, and for the third or fourth day he had it hashed, resembling the old Scotch trader, who told his son he lived at first very sparingly, so that in his old age he could afford himself a chucky on a Sunday ; but he said, the young men in the present day when they began life wanted a chucky every day!

" The chuckies are sent to Lady Grace's, and you will feed them there. I'll take pussy to the new house," replied Henderson.

She ran to the barn to help to gather the eggs, and got five, three being nest-eggs, and a cheena one, that was put there to deceive the chuckies.

“I'm not sure taking Katie to the cottage to see the chuckies in the snow was such a good idea,” she complained, her face wracked in pain as she brushed snowflakes off her hair.

I blinked again and screwed up my eyes to look across the chuckies.

She hopped out of the van, and waited calmly as Mr Gray approached. His feet crunched on the chuckies and as he walked, he took out his wallet, again counting the money.