Once upon a time, in a magical land called Calabasas, a princess received a call over the intercom that her mother needed her to come down to the foyer.
In her mother’s arms was a swaddled animal that was clearly a pig, and yet, when the princess started descending the stairs, she called out, “Is that a chicken?”
Obviously, it was only a matter of time before somebody made a Vine of the princess’s confusion, which ended up going viral and becoming the gaffe heard round the world.
While the whole chicken-pig confusion is ancient history now, over the weekend, Princess Kylie decided to issue a royal statement: it was all her mother’s fault.
According to a series of Snapchat videos, Kylie reveals that her mother and her had about 10 conversations about how much she wanted a chicken to go with the brand new house she bought herself.
So obviously, when she saw her mother holding a small animal in her arms, she automatically assumed it was a chicken.
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