Thursday, June 03, 2010

Girlfriends: A Heartbreaking Tale

It was a beautiful spring day to walk together on the road next to the woods. We had so much to talk about. Our combs were red, our feathers preened, our panties were all fluffy and bouncy. We certainly looked better than our poor sisters on that dreadful night of the raccoons. And we knew it!

But the others began to get ahead of me, walking faster, talking quietly to each other and cutting me out . . .and they were my friends!! Why did they do this? What did I do??

Finally, they simply stepped aside and talked about me while I was standing right there watching! I called to them quietly, I was sad, nearly crying. I wanted them to be my friends. We’d had such a great time until now!

I walked towards them but they looked back at me and took a step away from me! I couldn’t stand it! My best friends were acting like my worst enemies now! Like they wouldn’t care if I was eaten by the raccoon either! Perhaps they wish I had been! They wanted me dead, too!

I can’t take it anymore! I’ll get them!!! They deserve what they get!

How did this end? Click here to find out! Like many girls this age, they argued and made up and were friends again. They had more walks, laid more eggs, and shared Japanese beetle larva again.

But Nate suggested that there could be an alternative ending, an ending to warn all of us of the dangers of cliques, jealousy and anger. Click here to view this ending, but be warned that this ending may be too overwhelming for you.

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  1. Yes, an incident can have many ends, depending on how one takes it. Wonderful presentation here. Thanks.

    1. Thank you, Harshad! I miss having those chickens. But I'm glad for not having had to do the chores for them!


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