I am putting this on here against my Wife's wishes. She wants me to just make a little book for the grandkids and not put it online. I thought that was a foolish Idea but was afraid to say anything like that to her!
So here it is:
The saga of Brutus part 1: the beginning.
One day in early May my Grandpa got a whole bunch of baby chicks. They were all small and featherless. There were red ones, brown ones, yellow ones and black ones. Checkered ones, striped ones and solid colored ones. Some had yellow legs, others had green legs and some even had black legs with white toes! He called them a mixed assortment.
This is the story about one of those chicks. Brutus was his name. Brutus started life as a solid red chick with Yellow legs. Brutus was not afraid of the bigger chicks. Brutus was very sure of who he was. Brutus learned to eat all his food, he learned to drink his water from the hanging waterer. Brutus also learned not all the other chicks were nice to each other. Brutus watched them fighting to see who would be the top chicken of the barnyard.
Brutus soon found a friend named “Rick”. Some of the other chicks made fun of Rick. He was a big chick, but very gentle and mild mannered. Rick never asserted himself, and never stood up for himself. Many of the meaner chicks made fun of Rick. Rick was born with some handicaps, he had crooked toes and knew he was not the smartest chick in the coop.
Rick had a hard time remembering to come out of the rain. Brutus would yell and yell at Rick saying “ Rick come here, it's raining and you're going to get sick if you don't get in here.”
Rick would look at Brutus and say” Oh No! I don't want to get sick,” Then he would come into the coop. Rick was very thankful to have a friend like Brutus. Rick swore to himself, if he could ever help Brutus in any way he would. He knew he would keep this promise. He also knew Brutus was going to be a great rooster someday.
Brutus was raised with a group of Cornish Crosses. The Cornish Crosses were slobs. They would sit and eat and eat and eat. Then they would get up and move 5 feet to the waterer and sit and drink. Drink and drink. Some people called them lazy, and they may well have been. But it was not their fault!
They were never taught the ways of a chicken. They were not taught to scratch and peck for food. They were never taught to chase down bugs and butterflys. The did not know going outside to run and play was good for them. They were not nice to the smaller chicks either!
Even though the Cornish Crosses hatched on the same day as Rick and Brutus and the rest, they grew faster and bigger than the others. They soon bullied their way into the feeders. They would sit there all day and not let the other chicks eat or drink. Brutus was the first to stand up and demand they move over so the rest could eat. Like all bullies they refused to listen to reason.
They started picking fights with Brutus. Brutus fought back. Brutus learned the moves of Chick-a-judo.
Brutus was soon elected king of the coop, in a close election with a Red Sex Link Rooster.
He found he could defend himself by pushing the bullies out of the way. Brutus soon found the other chicks depending on him to make room for them at the feeders. Brutus was soon becoming a hero to weak and down trodden chicks of the coop. Brutus never used his powers of chick-a-judo for evil. That rooster was Lex Rooster, an evil genius that swore to take revenge on Brutus. Thus started the legend of Brutus and his never ending fight for the underchick!
