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The Blue and White Chicken

Once upon a time, there were two chickens that wandered far away from their home. Both of the chickens were beautiful. One was a small white chicken and the other chicken was blue.

The blue one had been looking at the night’s starry sky for almost an hour. But then the blue chicken got the feeling they were being watched, so they went home. On the way they looked at cities, farms, and ponds. One pond had ducks peacefully floating on it.

The chickens got back to their chicken coop and found out that they were followed by a fox. The chickens ran into the barn and woke up the farmer. The fox came into the barn and got whacked on the head with a shovel by the farmer. The farmer kept hitting the fox until it ran away from the barn. The fox never came back and everyone lived happily ever after. Everyone except the fox, who had a large lump on his head.

Colby S, Brook Park (Grades K-3)   


The Rooster

Once there was a farm. The farm was always very peaceful. One rooster named Alex liked to sleep and dream. One night he saw a shooting star and he wished he was a horse. The next morning, Alex woke up extra early because it was the first day of spring. Alex went up on the roof and.....'NEIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!  My voice! It's... it's gone!'

He went looking for his cockadoodledoo. So he went to the pig pen. 'Has any one seen my voice?' he asked.

'Oink oink oink,' said the pigs.

He went looking somewhere else. Alex went to the pasture. 'Has anyone seen my voice ?'

'Mooo,mooo,' said the cows.

Alex went back to the coop and ate dinner. Then Alex went to the stable. 'Has anyone seen my voice?' he asked the horse.

'Cockadoodledoo!' said the horse.

They switched voices and went to sleep.

Sydney S, Broadview Heights (Grades K-3) 


Chickens Are Timely Birds

Chickens are timely birds. Up early in the morning; late night all cooped together and sleeping.
Even the chicks behave and sleep timely.

Often I wondered looking at the chicken coop when the night was cool and heavy, if the women hens minded ‘being in love’ with the same man rooster. The only man - around. Did he have a favorite girl he wanted to be by, especially at night, when our feelings and fears are heightened.

Romance and finding my prince, the one, my soul mate, was on my mind; consistent and constant as breathing.

Chickens don’t mate for life, such as ducks and geese do. The lack of this need seemed sad.
I wonder if some people are hard-wired that way too. Now, that I am in my early 50’s and looking back on my life, I think
I may have dated several “roosters” that just don’t feel the need to separate you from the rest of the chicks.

I have stopped looking for the rooster, the one that struts around all the ladies, and makes himself known to the world, very early. He is awake and the world must follow suite. I want a gentler bird, one that is protective and proud, and flies high, mostly solo. One that finds his way back to the nest without being called to. I am tired of checking in and checking up. Just be there. Like you want to be there Like being next to me is a built-in gravitational pull that you wouldn’t think to fight.
It just comes naturally.

My Father has that pull towards my Mother, the second he saw her in 8th grade. Fifty-five years later and the pull hasn’t weakened or weathered. It is seriously built-in, like a magnet to steel.

We all can’t be that lucky…some of us just get to be a hen for years until the choice bird lands in our yard. There are some that don’t get a hand-picked bird, but, we must learn that this shouldn’t stop us from being the best Chick we can be! After all the looking around and scratching at more than just the surface, I believe, we find can find many wonderful things that make our lives magical and fulfilling.

Chickens do look up you know to the sky as much as they look down into the dirt. Come to think of it, I have never seen a chicken alone and pouting, they are always searching and looking for adventure!

Sherry M, Olmsted Falls (Grades 9-12) 


Anna and the Missing Roosters

"Anna, I need you to come in to the kitchen to pluck this chicken!", said Mrs. Hurbert.

Anna lived on a chicken farm where her parents sold all the eggs and meat. Anna loved the chickens. Her jobs were to feed them, collect their eggs, clean up after them, pluck them, and get them ready to eat. Anna enjoyed all these jobs, except maybe the plucking and getting them ready to eat. But, she remembered a specific time when her Papa came home with a big brown sack.

Anna gleefully asked her Papa, "Did we get more hens?"

"This time I got something else", her Papa said with a sparkle in his eye.

"Is it a sack full of candy?", Anna asked.

Her Papa pulled out a large bird. It looked like a chicken but it was larger than one. "Their roosters, so the hens can now have little chicks."

Anna loved the thought of little chicks, but she knew once they grew, they would end up on somebody's plate, or even her plate. How could cute little fuzzy balls be someone's dinner! This troubled her greatly. She thought of it all day and all night. She even had dreams about them.

Finally, she thought of a method to use. She muttered to herself, "I'll build a fort by the secret brook." Anna and her friend Madaline discovered it about a year ago. Ever since then, they have not seen each other. "I know she will help me take care of them. She has a few younger siblings. She helps take care of them", Anna said thoughtfully.  She ran to her friend's house to ask her to come to the secret brook.

"My Daddy has extra lumbar from the tree house he built for Caleb", Madaline said.

"Oh, that's wonderful!", Anna replied. They went to work immediately. After they finished the fort, they moved in all the chicks. They checked on them every hour, but they noticed every week more and more of them went missing.

Finally, her Mama exclaimed, " Where are all those chicks"!

Anna knew the fort would get to crowded, and the hens and roosters would have more. So, she took the roosters to the fort as well. But, it was getting so loud and so crowded. Anna knew she had to put the roosters back in the barn. She also knew that she had to apologize.

"Anna, you took the roosters?", Mama asked.

"I did not want them to end up in the freezer like all the others", Anna stammered.

Papa told her that some would be breeding hens and some wouldn't. The roosters and hens would have more and more chicks. Anna loved her Papa and he knew what was best. She lived her life the way it was before the crisis. Later on she inherited the chicken farm herself, and had a lovely family. She got married to a man named Alan, and had two boys and three girls. They had one of the biggest chicken farms in the U.S.A.

Caroline L, Avon (Grades 4-8)