September, 2014

A New Excitement

This year, a new writer has come into our town. She is writing, yet to be beloved, a book, called Getting Back Home, by Chloe K. R. McCown. Her mother is writing a book called Elsie. She is also making a book called, The House. Aunt Margaret is a big fan of The House, and waits for every Tuesday. Miss Chloe McCown is also writing about an imaginary duck called, Flatfoot. This is a series that will also be beloved by young readers.  

Election Season

We will have an exciting election this year. We have to vote on a new queen, deputies, sheriff, mayor, and banker. There are lots of people to choose from. I bet that you are all excited about who will be the new sheriff. I have been sheriff for three years now, and it is time to pick a new one. We all have our fingers crossed, whether we're from town, or out of town. Bob Smith wants to be the new sheriff, but I'm sure that Shelby will become sheriff. I am quite sad about losing my job, but maybe, just maybe, I could become queen. Everyone has their badges and cookies and big banners. The people who were elected will stand up on the table on Picnic Avenue. We will have a big picnic after the election.

Wedding Bells Are Ringing

This year is very special. Betty Jetsy is getting married to Orville Tyke! Betty flits around the room with her new fiance. It's about time she nestled down in a husband. She is already forty-five! Orville is a kind man, about Betty's age. Betty married someone once, but after the wedding, he got run over by a pack of cows. "I could hear the angels calling my name when I first saw him. They were telling me that I should go to him." Betty tells me. He wooed her twice. The first time, she didn't react, but the next time, She answered.

Oh No! There's the Bus!

The one thing the little chicks are NOT excited about is school. The screeching of tires makes them hide under their beds. They crawl out and look out the window. "Oh no! There's the bus!" they scream. They crawl back into their beds. When daddy comes home for lunch, he sees his little children. He grabs them all, not caring if they'll all fit, and drags them into the car. Before they know it, a big scary monster, looks fiercely at them, like she's ready to attack. She roars, "All of this trouble I go through and this is what I get!? Very well then! I Quit!" Then a kind-looking woman, steps into the room. "Here! you teach these monsters!" says the teacher.

No Reason to Be Mad

Mr. Cloud is a senior citizen. He lives in an old house, with an old cat, he has old furniture, and some old fish. He is not a very nice old coot. He doesn't like children, he doesn't like noise, and most of all, he doesn't like cars. When rush hour starts, he picks up his fallen-apart chair, and sits down in front of his old cat. He likes church though. He hums the pretty songs that come out of the beautiful organ. He is best friends with the preacher, and he always helps out with counting out the offerings. He comes into the church, with the good smell of witch hazel and sits down on his very own worn out seat. It has been his since before I can remember.

The Big Scare

If you look into the Chicken Town City Limits, nobody can be seen. The women cry, "When will this war ever end?" The men stand tall, with  big pointed guns. "THE BRITISH IS COMING! THE BRITISH IS COMING!" the town crier shouts at the top of his lungs. In fancy clothes come the British who have big long wattles. "Search high and low. Every house. Search until you find the treasure!" The British march into the Flint's house. "Get out! Get out! We store nothing of great worth! All I have is a husband and some children! We can't let you in our house." says Mrs. Flint. Mr. Flint comes into the room, his feathers swaying, his wattle hanging. "Dear! Please do not shoot him in the parlor! Maybe I should hit him in the head with a broom." says Mrs. Flint stoutly. She whacked and thwacked with her broom and soon the British surrendered. Today we remember Mrs. Flint, who saved Chicken Town with the sweep of a broom. We go to her grave where she lays, down in the roots of history. We love and cherish her strong children, who will become part of history too. I'm proud that this isn't just a town, it needed to be fought for to the end. I feel just what Chicken Town's ancestors felt, when the bugles of war fell apart.

Something to Look Forward to

Next week is the school holiday! One more week kids, and your first school vacation is here! Juanita Hanson is really excited for the first school term to end. Guess what? Chicken Town Election Week is next week! That way the children won't miss a thing. The kids aren't focusing on their school a bit. They want the term to end in the snap of a finger! Wall-e's cockroach, Hal, is excited too. Did you know that Wall-e enrolled Hal into ABCDE CHICK? It's  true! Everybody goes out shopping, getting jobs, earning money, and even gambling a little bit! This'll be one great school vacation!

Fifty-three Degrees. What!?

A swift temperature drop is performing a great disaster. A couple of days ago, it was foggy. Now, it is quite chilly. The kids walk down the street, shivering with cold. "Oh! How it is cold!" says Margret as she walks down the street, shielding her little brother, Thomas. They cough and sneeze. They wish they were in Australia. It is hot there, and they probably wouldn't have to go to school. Angela sits with her nose red as an apple. They say to the teacher, "When will this school term end?" Emily groans as she watches the clock. The teacher announces, "Recces will commence inside. "

Did You See Google?

Wall-e and Eva sit on my desk, wondering how it got there. Della links into the Internet, gets on Google, and her eyes grow large as she stares at the screen. The background for Google is a picture of Wall-e and Eva! "Oh, Eva! You have gained some wait since then!" he says. "Wall-e! stop it! Somebody typing, and you don't want her getting the idea to put it on her blog, do you?" Wall-e 2 is coming out. Paint-bot is busy painting his cousin's driveway. M-O has a job, and I'll tell you something, it sure includes allot of ladies! M-O likes to hang out with Wall-e and Eva on the porch sometimes. One time, Wall-e invited M-O over to a pool party, and M-O all of a sudden started saying, "Foreign cantonment. Foreign cantonment." He started scrubbing away in that pool.

A Chicken's Best Friend

Have you been to Chicken Town lately? Well you've probably missed the whole mess. A pack of puppies got dropped off at the pound, and somehow, they all got loose!!! A Ruffed Grouse from out of town watched one of the dogs with a frightened eye. It ran into the supermarket where Mr. Foley was putting tomatoes on his shelf. He was about to put a huge tomato on the top of the shelf, when a puppy jumped on him and completely ruined his beautiful, ripe tomato. "You savage beast!" shouted poor old Mr. Foley. His grand -daughter had planted that tomato plant from seed, and now the largest one was destroyed. "Oh dear! Just look at my store!" said Mr. Foley. "What will my wife think when she sees my store! She'll have a fit!" That pup ran all over town, destroying crops, eating clothes, jumping on people, knocking them over. Chicken Town is turning into a disaster area! Finally they locked up the little trouble-maker.

Stuart the Mouse

Stuart the mouse is a small fellow from the Little family. Recently, Stuart accidentally got on a plane to Ohio. He got blown away by the wind and hitched a ride on a car. I found him in the corn bin in the barn, trying to eat the hard corn. He had been eating human food for so long that he forgot how to eat fairly hard things. When the citizens of Chicken Town saw me holding this WHITE LITTLE MOUSE, they came over, trying to reach him. One of the chickens flew over the fence and tried to grab him. We got away just in time to get away from her. He is not fond of young visitors, but he enjoys the older folks like grandma and grandpa. I suppose he misses his family, but he's been behaving.

Oh No! Can't I Stay In Bed?

It's back to school after the wonderful holiday.The chicks get deep into their beds until they think they're completely flat. Their mothers come up and say, " Is anyone there sweetie pie? " "M,m" they say. The mothers of Chicken Town have a secret trick. Keep attention to this, all mothers who are reading this. They stick their hand in the back of the bed and tickle their kid's feet until they wiggle up so far that they reach the very top of the bed. This is a trick that young housewives in Chicken Town do to their husbands.  Anyway, The kids trudge downstairs, their mothers in front of them, quickly eat breakfast, and get on the bus, or their bicycle. 

Hut-two! 

It's almost time for the boys to go to war. "Snap to it men! If you wanna get in there and fight let's not be interrogative!" says the Sargent. I can't tell you how many men have dropped out just because they kicked someone, and most of these men are consistent in their job. Bunks made nicely, shoes shined well, everything in order. They're treating their little camp like it's their home. It's going to be ugly when the war bugles come to sounding. Blood flies everywhere, and when you see the knife comin' for you, watch out, flee with all your might, or we might lose again. "I don't wanna be killed! I've got a wife, a-a-and kids, I don't wanna DIE in a war! and my wife is sick of wars. Sh-sh-she thinks that wars are sins, and I don't wanna go out of the beliefs of my wife!" says Guy Pickersnick.

Switch to a New Church

Chicken Town was going to a local church, Chickenship, But it was too large, and all the kids say that the kids there are rude. They started going to a non- local town, Catherine Street First Chicken Church of God. We go to this place, without the word "Chicken" in it. It was worth it all, going to a place that you would rather be on Sunday. Besides, we get to see Andrea, Loralei, Larry, and Stephan. My sister, niece, and nephews. I would rather see them than anyone else. They were the ones who asked us to bring the citizens. Someday, I will have to show you a picture of the Angry Birds, standing in front of the church. (I will probably be able to do that on Draw Plus.)

Who's Birthday?

I, the reporter of this newspaper, used to be sheriff. I am not now. But something more important is about to commence. It's almost my birthday! Just two more weeks and I'll be turning nine! Note that my birthday is on the thirteenth! Betty is getting me a new set of curlers, and Betty Boop is getting me a doctors kit. Of course, I don't think that Drake will give me any presents this year. Oh, wait, I just got a letter from him! It says:

Dear Chloe,

It is me, Drake Puddleduck. Jemima thought that we should get you a little something for your birthday. Please do not chase us anymore. My dear Jemima is tired of getting fat every time she sees you. She says it is an automatic reflex. We do love you dearly, but your so mean to us, otherwise, I have to chase you out of our house. You know how embarrassed I get when you watch me mate with my girls. Please, do not burn this letter.

Your scared friends, The Puddleducks.

Well, I guess I should write him back, would you?