Happy Bird Day!

November 21, 2007

Journal, Lauren


Have a great day, everybody! Tell us a Thanksgiving recipe or story! Lloyd’s got a great turkey story – I wonder if he’ll tell it.

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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7 Responses to “Happy Bird Day!”

  1. Brad Said on:

    Knock Knock.
    Who’s there?
    Luke who?
    Luke at all the food!

    Knock Knock.
    Who’s there?
    Norma Lee.
    Norma Lee who?
    Norma Lee I don’t eat this much!

    Knock Knock.
    Who’s there?
    General Lee.
    General Lee who?
    General Lee I don’t either!

    Knock Knock.
    Who’s there?
    Tamara who?
    Tamara we’ll have turkey leftovers!


  2. Peggy Said on:

    This is actually a chicken story.

    I used to live next to my in-laws. One day my mother-in-law, who speaks really bad english, asked me to take her to get “fresh (roll the r) chick”. I presumed, she meant “never been frozen” chicken. But I started to catch on as she directed me to a farm. A little old lady put 2 crates in my trunk with 4 poor squaking chickens inside each. Poor chickens, so squished in the boxes. I know where chicken comes from, but really who wants to see them alive 1st?
    When we returned I ran inside my house. My father in law knocked on the door & said, I put the chickens in your dog cage because we’re not going to kill them until tomorrow.
    So now I have 8 chickens squished inside 1 dog cage. I can’t stand it … the mistreatment. Later I’ll make better arrangements for them.
    But first thing the next morning, I hear alot of commotion. I looked outside & see that my dog got into the cage. I ran outside in my PJ’s, & managed to get the dog out of the cage with the 8 chickens, but now I have chickens all over the yard & the dog attacking them. He grabbed them and shook them & threw them to the ground. Their sounds were indescribable. I was screaming. And I panicked. I opened my gate (& I lived on Northern Pkwy. a very busy street)& yelled “Run Chickens, Run!” People passing by stopped & stared. But those stupid chickens wouldn’t leave. I finally managed to get the dog inside. There were 2 dead chickens, bloody & a mess splattered in the yard & the rest were squaking all over the place.
    This is the story of my life.
    Moral: Never take anyone to get “fresh chick”.


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