The Sky is Falling!!!

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Once upon a time, there was a very nice little 12 year old girl

……….me.:)

It was spring, school was almost over, and I took my usual morning walk at 5 am.

This was the only time I could escape and ride my bike to the back river, as it was known back then.

It was on one of these beautiful mornings that

I saw this midsized chick running down the street. It lost the yellow color and turned white with spots and it sure ran fast.

Behind it ran a cat, trying to catch it.

I bent down and to my surprise this chicken ran straight into my arms.

Well I was so happy and decided to take this chicken home as I did not know where it lived.

Needless to say, it became my chicken. It ate from my hand, watched TV sleeping in my lap while I pet it,

and followed me around wherever I walked.

We became great friends.

Well it kept growing, so my Dad said we couldn’t keep it and maybe we could give it to my Grand Mother.

I said ok because I knew fighting with my Parents would be futile.

My Mother kept her house disinfected and so clean you could eat off her floors

So we took my friendly chicken to my grandmother.

She had a great place under her balcony for him.

She tied a long cord to its leg and the chicken had a lot of room to walk around the yard.

We came a few times to visit it and my grandmother fed him well with bread crusts and left

over people food which had lots of greens and grains in it.

Well, weeks went by, we went camping and were busy doing family things and before long it was fall.

My Dad said lets go visit Grandmother and I was so happy because I knew I would see my chicken,

expecting to hold it and pet it like I did before.

I put on a nice yellow dress and yellow shoes with heels, curled my hair getting ready for the visit.

When we arrived I ran to the back door and down the stairs to see my chicken.

To my surprise I did not see my chicken but this huge gray rooster whose head came up to my waist .

He was gorgeous!

But….. he didn’t recognize me.

He began to run in attack mode.

I got scared and hightailed it back up the stairs in my heels and just barely had time to shut the door on his head.

Thankfully, I missed it.

Anyway, I told my Dad and he began to laugh.

He went outside, down the stairs, while I watched and the rooster put one wing down and began to caw caw dance around my Fathers’ legs.

My Dad laughed and said:” I guess he is wooing me and needs a female chicken to keep him company.”

He gave the rooster some bread and we were both amazed at how big and gorgeous this rooster had become.

When he came indoors my grandmother told us what a great guard dog he was. He chased dogs cats and even people from his yard.

No one dared come there anymore.

I on the other hand was depressed that my chicken didn’t know me anymore. He loved my Grandmother.

Then I heard my Dad and Grandma whispering and when we came a few weeks later,

This great rooster every one loved, disappeared and I guess ended in the soup pot.

lol

The enemy was not man but the weather because he would not survive the cold winter outside.

And so the sky fell on my beautiful rooster who looked more like a Turkey than a rooster.

(Turkeys can't be kept together with chickens or the chickens get sick and die.)

I have never seen a rooster like him since and I do feel making soup out of him was the wrong thing to do but

I will never forget the look in his eye when he chased me up the stairs that day.lol

He left us with a mystery as to where he came from and why but he served his purpose in more ways than one, as a friend, as a guard and as good chicken noodle soup.

:)