part two of that little story of chics and a demon ...
Some moons later, Joey and some of his siblings were clucking in the yard looking for some seeds and bugs. Mama and Papa didn't follow much around these days. The chics were now old enough to manage for themselves. The days of the Demon have been long gone.
While out near the guardian's garden one day, the guardian was heard yelling and seen forcefully watering an agitator. Papa stopped in his tracks in a tree near the shed and looked in the guardian's direction. Immediate reaction from memory for Papa was to sound the alarm.
Before anychic new what was going on, the Demon returned. Furiously running and chasing the chics, the Demon blurred by everything. Joey was stirred.
With a stern strut, Joey clucked towards the rampaging demon. The demon didn't see it coming. Hearing a loud, vicious threat from behind, the demon spins around to see Joey ...face to face ...snout to beak. Joey spread his wings wide and high, and clucked one big cluck. The demon, with a puzzle in his eyes, took one step back and barked at Joey. Joey took one step forward, stepped up on his toes, and clucked one more time ...loudly!
The demon sat down.
Joey walked away, and the demon went home.
Moral of the stuff; Stand up!
Do something.
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I cooked and ate sirloin while writing this
I was walking from my in-laws to our house today, and stopped and watched a cute site. A family of chickens ...hen, rooster, and eight bitties. I stood there watching them. How they've grown in the past lil bit. It wasn't that long ago, that ...oh that brings me to the story.
(wish i could do the drawings but it would scare the audience)...
Mama and a few of her chics were taking a lazy sunny stroll through the neighborhood when Marty started in on his little rantings over everything.
"How does all this stuff turn green, Mama?" quizzed Marty. Before Mama can reply, Marty chimes in with his own answer. "Theres this swirly looking little ant thing that poos green. Thats it! Brilliant!"
"LETS CHASE POO ANTS!" yelled Marty to his 7 siblings. The eight of them start running faster, and in circles; double, even triple checking everything to find the famed Poo Ants. The laughter even got the stern old trees to chuckle at the sight.
Joey and Marty were bestest chics since the day they hatched. They did everything together, even getting in trouble. Mama chic twitched her beak often at those two. But they always stayed near. Never outside a chirp around the corner.
This day was no different from the rest. Papa was watching the skies for hawks, and the ground for foxes and 'coons. Mama kept her legs trim by keeping all eight of the chics in sight. Yet today felt a little different to Papa. He felt a strange twitch in the air when he awoke from his roost at sunrise. When Mama woke all the chics for the day to begin, Papa warned, "Ya'll cluck near Mama today. Be on your best behavior. She's getting old, you know." All the chics laughed with abruption. Faster than a shudder, Mama let Papa see her underwing. "hu-oooooooooooh!" said all the chics in unison.
The high sun had just passed overhead, and Mama was spying some shade for her chics. Just then, from out of nowhere, came a bustling demon! Fast, furious, loud ...and MEEEEAN! Chasing round and round.
Mama was furiously calling out to her chics, "Run! Run! Hide! Come to me, I'll protect you!" Papa flurried into action, trying to scare the beast, however, to no avail. Chic after chic, tumbling, tossling, chirping, running ...hiding.
As fast as it began, it was over. The demon has found new attention. It seems to be running FROM something else. The chics are shivering in tiny holes in the neighborhood, or small, tight brush about. Mama starts calling to her chics to come out after Papa gives her the 'all clear.'
Shaking uncontrollably, all the chics start coming in to huddle under Mama's wings. Mama coos her chics while Papa strengthens his vigil perch. Before Papa could crow a warning ...!
"MARTY! MARTY! MAAAAARTYYYYYY!" screams Joey.
The demon has made one last round. Now Marty is gone.
Joey falls to his breast, legs giving way, and cries a cry like cries cry. Mama runs to Papa for comfort, and the remaining 6 chics follow suit. But Joey, well, Joey cries.
I'll post part two sooner or later.
Do Something
(wish i could do the drawings but it would scare the audience)...
Mama and a few of her chics were taking a lazy sunny stroll through the neighborhood when Marty started in on his little rantings over everything.
"How does all this stuff turn green, Mama?" quizzed Marty. Before Mama can reply, Marty chimes in with his own answer. "Theres this swirly looking little ant thing that poos green. Thats it! Brilliant!"
"LETS CHASE POO ANTS!" yelled Marty to his 7 siblings. The eight of them start running faster, and in circles; double, even triple checking everything to find the famed Poo Ants. The laughter even got the stern old trees to chuckle at the sight.
Joey and Marty were bestest chics since the day they hatched. They did everything together, even getting in trouble. Mama chic twitched her beak often at those two. But they always stayed near. Never outside a chirp around the corner.
This day was no different from the rest. Papa was watching the skies for hawks, and the ground for foxes and 'coons. Mama kept her legs trim by keeping all eight of the chics in sight. Yet today felt a little different to Papa. He felt a strange twitch in the air when he awoke from his roost at sunrise. When Mama woke all the chics for the day to begin, Papa warned, "Ya'll cluck near Mama today. Be on your best behavior. She's getting old, you know." All the chics laughed with abruption. Faster than a shudder, Mama let Papa see her underwing. "hu-oooooooooooh!" said all the chics in unison.
The high sun had just passed overhead, and Mama was spying some shade for her chics. Just then, from out of nowhere, came a bustling demon! Fast, furious, loud ...and MEEEEAN! Chasing round and round.
Mama was furiously calling out to her chics, "Run! Run! Hide! Come to me, I'll protect you!" Papa flurried into action, trying to scare the beast, however, to no avail. Chic after chic, tumbling, tossling, chirping, running ...hiding.
As fast as it began, it was over. The demon has found new attention. It seems to be running FROM something else. The chics are shivering in tiny holes in the neighborhood, or small, tight brush about. Mama starts calling to her chics to come out after Papa gives her the 'all clear.'
Shaking uncontrollably, all the chics start coming in to huddle under Mama's wings. Mama coos her chics while Papa strengthens his vigil perch. Before Papa could crow a warning ...!
"MARTY! MARTY! MAAAAARTYYYYYY!" screams Joey.
The demon has made one last round. Now Marty is gone.
Joey falls to his breast, legs giving way, and cries a cry like cries cry. Mama runs to Papa for comfort, and the remaining 6 chics follow suit. But Joey, well, Joey cries.
I'll post part two sooner or later.
Do Something
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