Chicken Town Journal

The Fair Yesterday, all of the chickens in chicken town went to Chicken County fair. There they saw cows, goats, sheep, and bunnies! They didn't have any birds because of the flu that's been going around the poultry pokes. After the animal arena, there were rides. Emma went on the carousel (she rode a chicken) and this was the first year that she could get on and off herself! Some of the chickens went on a huge guitar that went up and down (and some of them got sick). A few of them rode strawberries that twirled around and spun. Tilly said to Adriana, "I will not go on a ride, Ana." Adriana shook her head. Some of them went on gliders. And quite a bit of them rode on a roller coaster (which had a toy alien in the front). A lot of the kids rode on the carousel with Emma. Then they had ice cream. The building was exactly like an ice cream cone. While they ate their ice cream, Emma and her mother had their pictures drawn like cartoon characters. Then there were ga...

Getting Some New Friends Polly, the Napkin Basket Guard has been lonely for the past few days. All she does every day is eat, drink, use the restroom, watch, and sleep. So I, the Queen of Chicken Town has decided that Polly shall have some new friends. A friend here, a friend there, a friend right next to her, and she won't be sad anymore. Two parrots are already planned. There will be Coconut and Tangerine. Polly is almost ready to retire, for she has been working much too hard. I do not believe that we need a Napkin Basket Guard, but I could be wrong. Polly likes her job, and she never wants to leave her post. So, after my royal paper work, I will begin making some new parrot friends.

Never to be Found Our friend, Rebecca Puddle Duck has not returned yet. Not a sign, a sound, nor a little path. We are all trying to accept the truth. She is gone. She must be dead, but still she has no grave. Drake is deeply worried about her. "I remember she would always interrupt family discussions with her somewhat adorable little squeak." The little chicks attend to their letters and sounds. Greta, a dear friend of Rebecca's wrote on her  paper, " c a t d o g d u c k" Her book wanted her to write "Robby, Mike, & Me." Instead, she wrote, " R e b e c c a P u d d l e  D u c k"  The teacher glanced over her shoulder. Greta started erasing it right away. Everybody in town is very very very very very sad. Something is wrong in Chicken Town. New Citizens On a beautiful Monday evening, Sally was coming to egg-sit for Frieda, the Norwegian chicken. She was standing beside her, smiling in her usual way. She began to speak, b...

He Died for Us All of the chicks were playing around outside on Easter Sunday.  They were tired after the long church service, although one of the people in church passed out bags of candy. Granny called the kids inside for a snack. Annabelle said, "Granny, can you read us the story of Easter?" "Well," said Granny. "I suppose I could. Benny, could you be a big boy and carry the book over to my chair?" Benny pumped  up his muscles (which you couldn't see) and picked up the book with a mighty face. He walked around with it a little while, and then he fell down on his beak. Everyone except Granny laughed at the poor little cockerel. Granny picked him and the book up, and sat the chick in the circle around her chair. She turned to page 693. She read, "One dreadful day, God's Son, Jesus was captured and taken to prison. Jesus had not done anything wrong. In fact, he was preaching! A man named Judas asked the judge to drop the charges against H...

Runaway Hello there, folks! I'm here to report a runaway duck. This duck's name is Rebbecca Puddle Duck. She is a blue-egg-laying duck. She is a Rouen duck. Mr. Puddle Duck said, "We all are deeply worried about this dear dear friend of ours. She is my friend, and she is very important to me (well, my Jemima means much more to me)." No sign was found of her disappearance. We are all keeping her on our main focus. I, the queen of Chicken Town, am so angry that I can't do anything about it. When we first got them, I told them that I was their mother. The sheriff isn't very much aware of this sudden act, but she knows that something is wrong. We all search the town limits, even look around at the neighbor towns through the fence. Please pray that we find her. She means so much to the town, and it would be empty without her.

Spring is Coming! 3/4/15 Betty arrives at the salon. She opens the hairstyle book and opens up the 2015 calender. She turns it to February. Just then, a customer came in. It was Betty Boop! "Hello, Betty dear! Could you give me the French bun hairstyle, please?" she asked. She sat down in the chair, and looked at the calender. "Betty, not to be rude, but your calender is on February." Betty said, "Yes it is, why would it be rude?" "Well, it's March my dear sister." Betty looked at the calender with squinted eyes. "Oh!" she exclaimed. She rushed to the calender and flipped the page over. "March has a pretty picture, doesn't it Betty Boop?" she pointed at a picture of a duck with an umbrella walking down the street. Just then, she saw that scene right outside the window. "My goodness! I must get my Easter decor out! Oh, and my happy spring sign! Oh, I must get the monthly special hairstyle out! Oh there's jus...

Robin Hop Inside the nursery, peeps frantically sweep across the rooms. Granny whizzed past them and grabbed her storybook. "Today we will hear a story that  not many know, so sit cozily, and open your earlobes, and listen to this fairytale.    "Once upon a time, a little robin was born in  the winter. She was not allowed to play out in the snow. Her mother cradled her in her arms, and quietly, Robin said,'Mother, I have heard much about spring. I am going to find it. I suppose it's bored and wants to play. Can I try to wake it up?'  Mother said, 'Dear, spring is a thing that you cannot wake. Now go to sleep.' The next morning, Robin went down her tree. She ran quickly across the cold snow, and got back to the sidewalk. She started thinking about how spring played, and she hopped. She hopped and hopped and hopped and hopped. After she hopped many times, she started to see blades of grass, and she started to feel warmer. After so many hops, a butterfly...