I keep coming back to one theme here, one that really strikes into my heart. The little things are what brighten my day, and so I keep coming back to them. The birds and seashells I have talked about in previous posts are all little things that give me a great deal of happiness. Today I want to share a story. This story is one through which I hope to give my joyful experience to others. Before I write it, I first wanted to say a bit about one of my personality quirks which play into my story very much.
Ever since I have first discovered a love for writing I have found also a love for storytelling. The best part of storytelling to family or friends is getting them to feel strongly the emotions I aim for. When I tell a sad story, I hope to see deep feeling in my listeners. That's just how storytelling works!!! This ability to share emotions and thoughts is a remarkable gift, connecting people and drawing them closer to one another. Granted, some of my stories sound rather ridiculous when I tell them with such animation, but it brings a good laugh and that's something I like to aim for.
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| There is a gift to storytelling! |
Now, without further ado, I would like to share one such story with you and see if I can't get you to laugh too! I'll never know whether it worked or not, but you will benefit from a bit of a smile today!
My True Chicken Story
Last spring, in May I believe, my dear flock of chickens was relocated to a better, more secure chicken run. It held them very well during all of last summer, no breaches occurring. However, this spring, when the snow was yet lingering about, I discovered a rouge band of four hens who had decided they would prefer to be outside the fence better than inside. This isn't a good thing for gardens when the hens have a taste for pea seeds. So I did my best to patch up any places that may have been escape routes.
It did no good.
Two weeks passed and still I could not find a lead as to the hens' means of escape. The gardens needed to be planted and the chickens waited eagerly for any signs of seeds. I was then struck with a plan. The very next morning, yesterday morning, I set out to accomplish my plan.
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| The gardens awaited planting |
Every morning I let the hens out of their coop. This certain morning I let them out and sat in a corner to observe, dark hood pulled up over my head so as to blend better with the shadows. The four rouges exited the building, walking nonchalantly towards the fence. One of the hens, the leader known for her Houdini like skills, observed me, knowing far too well that I was ready to end their escapes forever, and decided to put of her escape. Her friend was not so wise. Jumping immediately onto the fence, the black hen showed me their secret exit torn through the wire. Without losing another moment, I dashed forward, scattering the other hens waiting their turn to escape. The hole was quickly patched to the dismay of many hens. The one escapee was captured and returned home, leaving the gardens in peace.
| The chickens were at last contained! |
Today, their first day of complete confinement, the hens paced sadly back and forth. They found no means of escape and decided they had been outsmarted. Now we may finally get the peas and beans planted!
The End
A Last Word
Now my story has been told. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed telling it! You see, that wasn't a big event, and yet I made it into a story. Make your little events of daily life into a story, bringing humor into it as you desire, and I'm sure you will find a brighter day is yours.
Thank you again for your time!
Maggie Rosario
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