Ended Contest #4 Short Story Fiction Contest - 6th Annual BYC Easter Hatchalong

[GuineaFowling]

Henrietta was the most beautiful pullet on the farm. She had the most vibrant, colorful plumage, a small pea comb, and was short and round. The roosters all favored her and the hens envied her. She was what the Farmer called "Show Quality" and earned more special treats than all the other birds in the yard. Her beauty and quality didn't put her at the top of the pecking order though. In fact she was at the bottom. The other hens could only wait until she matured so she could be sent away to these shows and never to be seen again. Poor Henrietta feared the day she was sent to a show. She had once overheard the geese speaking of a show as they waddled to the pond and what she heard was terrible.
One morning Henrietta felt odd. She found herself visiting the nestboxes in the past days and she new her first egg was coming. She darted to the coop and layed her first egg.

"What an unusual egg!" Henrietta clucked as she peered at. Not only was it small and round but it also bore strange markings and was completely gold.

Oh well, Henrietta thought,The first egg is always odd.

That evening as the Farmer's wife came out to collect the eggs she let out a small scream.

"Jim!" She cried,"Come out and look at this egg."

The Farmer came out and he and his wife both agreed it was remarkable. A hen laying a golden egg, surely it was a miracle.

As Henrietta watched from the chicken yard, she couldn't help but feel proud. The Farmer and his wife liked her egg even though it was odd.

"Which hen layed it?" The farmer asked.

"Bertha must of layed it, she was in the nestbox." Henrietta heard the farmers wife say.

Henrietta ran to the coop. She clucked and clucked but the Farmer carried Bertha out in his arms, petting and admiring her. The Farmers wife shooed Henrietta away, calling her a crazy chicken.

Bertha had been the prized Easter Hen that year much to Henriettas dismay.


The End.

 

[ronott1]

Henrietta was the most beautiful pullet on the farm. She had the most vibrant, colorful plumage, a small pea comb, and was short and round. The roosters all favored her and the hens envied her. She was what the Farmer called "Show Quality" and earned more special treats than all the other birds in the yard. Her beauty and quality didn't put her at the top of the pecking order though. In fact she was at the bottom. The other hens could only wait until she matured so she could be sent away to these shows and never to be seen again. Poor Henrietta feared the day she was sent to a show. She had once overheard the geese speaking of a show as they waddled to the pond and what she heard was terrible.
One morning Henrietta felt odd. She found herself visiting the nestboxes in the past days and she new her first egg was coming. She darted to the coop and layed her first egg.

"What an unusual egg!" Henrietta clucked as she peered at. Not only was it small and round but it also bore strange markings and was completely gold.

Oh well, Henrietta thought,The first egg is always odd.

That evening as the Farmer's wife came out to collect the eggs she let out a small scream.

"Jim!" She cried,"Come out and look at this egg."

The Farmer came out and he and his wife both agreed it was remarkable. A hen laying a golden egg, surely it was a miracle.

As Henrietta watched from the chicken yard, she couldn't help but feel proud. The Farmer and his wife liked her egg even though it was odd.

"Which hen layed it?" The farmer asked.

"Bertha must of layed it, she was in the nestbox." Henrietta heard the farmers wife say.

Henrietta ran to the coop. She clucked and clucked but the Farmer carried Bertha out in his arms, petting and admiring her. The Farmers wife shooed Henrietta away, calling her a crazy chicken.

Bertha had been the prized Easter Hen that year much to Henriettas dismay.


The End.

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@GuineaFowling

 

[cluckcluckgirl]

My story is 527 words. Is that okay?

 

[bamadude]

My story is 527 words. Is that okay?

I think mine is short. U can have 27 of my words for a small fee

 

[cluckcluckgirl]

I think mine is short. U can have 27 of my words for a small fee

No, it's backwards. I'll give you my 27 words for a small fee.

 

[bamadude]

Oh. Send me your paypal

 

[valleyhoneybee]

Ms. Cluckles was an aging white hen and the barnyards resident spinster. She was well beyond her egg laying years and although she faithfully laid 200+ eggs a year in her prime, her eggs were always plucked from beneath her before they could hatch. Today she was in a fowl mood! She knew Easter was soon to come. Ms. Cluckles despised Easter and that nefarious "Easter Bunny"! Year after year, never once having laid a single egg, that rabbit hopped its way into children hearts everywhere. HOW? By delivering EGGS! She had long ago suspected "The Bunny" was to blame for the theft of her eggs! He could have at least left her one to hatch so she wouldn't be alone during her golden years. This year she had a plan to foil the bunnies last moment attempts at egg theft! No sleeping in this year! She scouted out the most uncomfortable nesting box in the yard. At sunset she took up her post! Resigned to catch the Easter Bunny in the act! But, alas, even the most uncomfortable nest was quite comfortable and Ms. Cluckles fell asleep. When the rooster crowed the next morning the white hen was quite alarmed! She had fallen asleep and was sure the bunny took all the eggs again this year! Imagine her shock to discover six beautiful eggs HATCHING underneath her! "How could this have happened?" she wondered as six the chicks, her chicks, began to hatch. Then she saw it. A blur of a figure leaving the hen house. Wait! Was that the Easter Bunny? To this day many a chicken can recount the number of times Ms. Cluckles told the story of the Easter the Easter Bunny delivered eggs and her chicks to her!

 

[ronott1]

My story is 527 words. Is that okay?

The way word counts go, 527 is fine.

 

[cluckcluckgirl]

The way word counts go, 527 is fine.

Oh thank you!

 

[cluckcluckgirl]

It was on a similar spring day that the sun was gleaming, melting the thin layer of crisp snow on the ground that I do recall my brothers and sisters. I, a Partridge Plymouth Rock, was enjoying the day by pecking at the bedding in our brooder and running with my other chick brothers and sisters, all 9 of them. It's hard to imagine how life plays things out for you.

The idea of getting chicks came along very spontaneously for my family. My 9 brothers and sisters and I were not exactly the plan for getting chickens that they hoped for. Us 10 chicks were all that were left from a feed store Easter chicks bin. The family was hoping to get the chicks a little later than they actually did because they didn't have everything arranged for the latest addition to the family. But they wanted chicks so bad that they made a quick brooder and got the remaining chicks. After all, it was their first chicks, so what better time for them than Easter? I believe there's a certain magic found in spring chicks. Now, that's not to say that other chicks aren't magical, but Easter chicks are certainly one-of-a-kind. Take it from me, I've gotten to know over 30 chickens!

We arrived to meet them with much joy and learning yet to come. The books and websites will only give you so much knowledge; us actual chickens give you another.

Soon we were learning to fly, crow, and growing our silky feathers. They spent hours each day just delighting in watching us in our daily activities. When we slept, we brought an air of peace to the room that was contagious. The whole family started to feel a connection to us, the little fluffballs. Who couldn't feel a connection to something so cute and innocent? While we grew, our caretakers went to work building us a spacious outdoor coop, complete with bugs!

I was a stinker from the very start. My owners were putting me in the brooder when I flew out of their hands! I've never lost my flying ability through the years. You could say it was innate for me.

We got old enough that our owners put us outside in our coop. I wasn't a big fan of being held and my owners would always try to pet me, but I ran away. Well, one time they finally succeeded. My owner held me and stroked me, and spoke gently to me as she was doing this. "Maybe she's not so bad," I thought. From then on, I didn't run away when she tried to pet me. Yeah, she's definitely a Crazy Chicken Lady, but she's my Crazy Chicken Lady.

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Then there came this weird day when this oblong shaped thing came from my rump! My owner came in later that night and mentioned the word "egg" over and over again. She seemed pretty happy, so happy that she gave us some juicy worms the next day!

If it weren't for my Crazy Chicken Lady, I would have led a life with a normal owner, and how boring that would be!