A Chicken Story for your enjoyment...
Chapter One: Her Early Life
Her egg was green.
Her first spark of concensness was inside the egg, of course- that was not green. The inside of her egg was dark and wet. She hatched out strong and ready for the world.
But oh, not this world! The hatchery resounded with the peeping of a million chicks just like her. Before her muffs were properly dry she was tumbled beak over toes with other fluffy chicks.
"Help!" she peeped. A chick beside her sat, dazed. "Where are we?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he retorted. "I just hatched too, you know."
A flurry of feet, and the chick was gone. She pushed her way to the surface, for among he feet and clicking toes she had seen other chicks, suffocated or crushed to death. Huge gloved hands, rubbery and rough, grabbed her and she was thrust into a box.
The box was jostled, and for a moment the holes in the sides let in chilly air and a ray of golden light. Was that what it was? Light? She leaned towards it, but once more the box was thrown into darkness. A roaring started and whatever she was in began to move.
Other chicks were shouting around her. "Help!" "Dark!" "Everybody shut up!" She huddled down and did what came naturally to her exhausted little body: slept.
When she once more awoke she was in a clear container. A red, warm glow shone down upon her and she felt sleepy again.
In her chickhood, she was always to be the small one. The other chicks called her "runt", and she was lowest in the pecking order, when such a thing developed in their society. Finally, after months of being the littlest, she began to grow to the size of the others.
She had a name, too. It was Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers.
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Chapter One: Her Early Life
Her egg was green.
Her first spark of concensness was inside the egg, of course- that was not green. The inside of her egg was dark and wet. She hatched out strong and ready for the world.
But oh, not this world! The hatchery resounded with the peeping of a million chicks just like her. Before her muffs were properly dry she was tumbled beak over toes with other fluffy chicks.
"Help!" she peeped. A chick beside her sat, dazed. "Where are we?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he retorted. "I just hatched too, you know."
A flurry of feet, and the chick was gone. She pushed her way to the surface, for among he feet and clicking toes she had seen other chicks, suffocated or crushed to death. Huge gloved hands, rubbery and rough, grabbed her and she was thrust into a box.
The box was jostled, and for a moment the holes in the sides let in chilly air and a ray of golden light. Was that what it was? Light? She leaned towards it, but once more the box was thrown into darkness. A roaring started and whatever she was in began to move.
Other chicks were shouting around her. "Help!" "Dark!" "Everybody shut up!" She huddled down and did what came naturally to her exhausted little body: slept.
When she once more awoke she was in a clear container. A red, warm glow shone down upon her and she felt sleepy again.
In her chickhood, she was always to be the small one. The other chicks called her "runt", and she was lowest in the pecking order, when such a thing developed in their society. Finally, after months of being the littlest, she began to grow to the size of the others.
She had a name, too. It was Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers.
Can't get enough of Fatima and the Flock? Join the Fatima Fan Club here !
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