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Note: Hopefully this will post sometime today. I've lost it two times already due to internet connection problems.
Yikes the middle of the month is upon us. Where did this month go and how did it pass us by so quickly? Does getting old do this to a person?
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One other time in the past, I told you about a story Grammie used to tell me. She had lots of them, and I think she might have used some of these when she taught school for a while.
I don't know if the way she told me the story was absolutely the correct way it should be told, but I can only tell you what she told me (and of course, what I can remember of the story).
This story is about a chicken named redfeathers. Grammie always had a lot of chickens with red feathers (Rhode Island Red) and some of those Black and White striped too which I think were beautiful (Barred Plymouth Rock).
Grammie's story about old Mrs. Redfeathers:
Mrs. Redfeathers, the chicken, had red feathers. Mr. Fox got into the barnyard and loved Mrs. Redfeathers at first sight. His mouth began to water and he decided he would capture Mrs. Redfeathers and have her for supper.
Mr. Fox ran home and told his wife to put on a pot of boiling water, for he intended to eat Mrs. Redfeathers. He grabbed a burlap bag and went back to the barnyard. In just a few seconds, Mrs. Redfeathers was inside the burlap bag and the fox was running toward home.
Mrs. Redfeathers had a friend who was a dove and that friend saw what happened. The dove flew down to the path in front of the fox and pretended to have a broken wing. The fox loved that he had come across a bird which would be his first course in his meal. He sat the sack down to get the dove. The dove cleverly started hopping away. Mrs. Redfeathers, hopped out of the sack and put a stone in the bag. The dove flew off so the fox returned to get his burlap bag with his prized supper.
When he got home, he tipped the sack and the stone plopped into the boiling water and splashed on the fox, burning his greedy paws and snout.
The moral of the story is birds of a feather stick together. And Mr. Fox, give up while you are ahead.
Good advice from Grammie. She made me realize that you always don't get what you think you're getting.
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Sorry Tiny pic.com which I use for pictures, won't give me a code today. So no pictures. I'm not having a good internet day!
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that's a joke son, don't you get it?
