Faith, ever since I saw your last comment about having chickens, I've been thinking about a funny experience I had when I was about eight years old-and it involved chickens! In fact, I'm going to share it now. So enjoy!
My Epic Chicken Drama
by Indi Raine
I was about to go home. I had been at a friend's house that day-they took care of us sometimes during the day. And they had free-range chickens.
I was borrowing a book (avid reader, even as a little kid), and was carrying it in a plastic bag. However, some beady little eyes saw that bag. And realized that it was their suppertime. And remembered that their owner carried their food in a plastic bag, very mush like the bag that I was holding. And they really didn't care who was holding the bag. They had one thought-DINNER!!!!!!!!!
When a flock of free-range chickens starts after you, what do YOU do? I ran. And then the chickens ran after me. What terror! I began to run around the house. A large bush was between myself and the chickens at one point, and I thought maybe I had lost them. And then the flock appears around the bush, still intent of what they suppose are bread crumbs. (They really would not have enjoyed the Christian story book so much. Poor chickens-not really!) So I kept running for my young life!
I finally made it around the house, and ran to the van. My grandfather was helping one of my siblings get into their car seat, so I dashed to the other side and pulled open the heavy door and jumped in. Finally-safety! Actually, I think that the chickens got a bit confused and stopped chasing at the final corner of the house. I've been told that the people who owned the chickens didn't know whether to laugh or cry at my reaction. I was seriously SCARED of those birds! My legs were still trembling about half way home! And the chickens, after exercising their drumsticks in a pre-dinner sprint, probably ate their real bread bits with gusto.
And so that, my dear friends, is the epic story of why I am not a vegetarian!
The End
What do you think? I'm not sure if anyone will want to make a movie titled "The Horror Drumsticks". It was frightening at the time, but now I laugh about it when it comes to mind. I've been laughing as I've written the above story-and it IS a true story! Except I don't purposely eat chicken in revenge!
Well, I'm tired and have to get a move on. Tomorrow comes quickly!
Thanks so much for that comment, Faith! It brought back great memories, and I hope that you enjoyed this story! (I also hope that your chickens did not try this heart-racing stunt on you at a young age!)
God bless, all!
Your friend,
Indi Raine