Internet Outage


My internet is down due to a failed satellite modem. I’m posting this via my phone. I don’t have very good cell reception, plus the keyboard is tiny, so I probably won’t be back until they get out here to replace the modem this weekend. Please enjoy revisiting this Bedtime Story until I’m able to post again. As an aside, this post is often visited via search engine users who have put in the phrase cute bedtime story. I always wonder what they think when this is what they find….

Once upon a time there were eleven little chickens. They were good little chickens! They loved to peck at their food, and they especially loved it when the farmer brought them treats–slices of watermelon, leftover cornbread, and even, sometimes, dessert! They fluffed their feathers from morning till night and the roosters loved to crow.

But those good little chickens wouldn’t lay eggs.

“Eggs?” the little black hen squawked. “I don’t have time to lay eggs. I have to peck corn and fluff my feathers and prance in the sun all day.”

“I want some more watermelon,” the rooster said. “This egg thing isn’t my problem.”

“It’s not my problem, either,” said Spartacus. “Leave my hens alone or prepare to die.”

Then the farmer said, “That’s enough out of you, Sparty! This egg thing is everyone’s problem, believe you me! What do you think roosters are for? Some eggs are for my kitchen, but other eggs are for making more chickens!”

And she got out a great big book. The book had red and white checks on the outside and inside it were lots of stories.

She flipped to a page and started reading to those chickens.

“This story,” she said, “is called Chicken Fricassee. Combine one-quarter cup flour, one teaspoon paprika, one-quarter teaspoon salt, and one-quarter teaspoon pepper in a plastic bag. Skin and rinse two and a half pounds meaty chicken pieces–breasts, thighs, and drumsticks. Shake pieces two or three at a time in the bag with the flour mixture. In a 12-inch skillet, cook chicken in hot oil–”

Those little chickens ran and ran and ran into the hen house.

“We’re glad we’re not chickens,” said the ducks.

“Hold on,” said the farmer. “I’ve got a story for you!”

“It’s called Duck a l’Orange!!!”

And then all the little chickens and ducks made big plans to lay all the eggs they could, as fast as they could, and nobody mentioned Chicken Fricassee, Duck a l’Orange, or hot oil ever again.

The End.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on August 15, 2012  

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  1. 8-15

    Cute! I love it! The pictures are perfect to go with the story. Maybe this is one for your publisher?

  2. 8-15

    Oh! if only there were a bed-time story about grilled satellite modem with BBQ sauce. Perhaps your problems would be solved.

  3. 8-15

    Gotta love technology!!! I LOVE your little “bedtime story” it’s perfect!!!and it made me giggle:::hee hee


  4. 8-15

    Oh My Word!
    Seriously… Laughing Out Loud at work!!

    Was this a previous post? – I haven’t gone back and read all your posts from the beginning… I’m assuming it is since you’re on the phone.

    Too funny.
    Where’s the princess?


  5. 8-15

    I remember reading this, and I truly enjoyed it again today!

    I’m sure I will be going into CITR withdraw though, since you won’t be able to post for a few days…I can’t wait to read a post about shortcakes arrival at the trainer!

  6. 8-15

    Been there and feel your pain. Our satellite was out for almost a month after the storm in June. Posting via phone isn’t much fun. I hope you’re up and running quickly.

  7. 8-15

    Hope you enjoy a few days off from the pressures of your CITR blog. You know where to find all of us when the satellite modem is replaced.

  8. 8-16

    Oh my goodness! Love it! Never read this before- its perfect-I need to go read this in my chicken house!! Enjoy ur “down” time-canning-mucking stalls-general chores etc….!!! :sheep: Rain

  9. 8-17

    Maybe this will allow you some days of good work on your book… after all the chores are done, of course. Cute story re-run!

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