out pretty great because they hatched out during the
fair that night。 My whole family came; and even though Matt and Mike only watched for about
two minutes before they took off to look at some other
demonstration; my mom and dad stuck around for the whole thing。 Mom even picked Bonnie
up and nuzzled her。
That night after it was all over and I was packing up to go home; Mom asked; “So do these
go back to Mrs。 Brubeck now?”
“Do what go back to Mrs。 Brubeck?” I asked her。
“The chicks; Juli。 Youre not planning to raise chickens; are you?”
To be honest; I hadnt thought beyond the hatch。 My focus had been strictly on bringing them
into the world。 But she was right—here they were。
Six fluffy little adorable chicks; each of which had a name and; I could already tell; its own
unique personality。
“I…I dont know;” I stammered。 “Ill ask Mrs。 Brubeck。”
I tracked down Mrs。 Brubeck; but I was praying that she didnt want me to give them back to
her friend。 After all; Id hatched them。 Id named them。
Id saved them from mushy chick disease! These little peepers were mine!
To my relief and my mothers horror; Mrs。 Brubeck said they were indeed mine。 All mine。
“Have fun;” she said; then zipped off to help Heidi
dismantle her exhibit on Bernoullis law。
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Mom was quiet the whole way home; and I could tell—she wanted chickens like she wanted
a tractor and a goat。 “Please; Mom?” I whispered as
we parked at the curb。 “Please?”
She covered her face。 “Where are we going to raise chickens; Juli? Where?”
“In the backyard?” I didnt know what else to suggest。
“What about Champ?”
“Theyll get along; Mom。 Ill teach him。 I promise。”
My dad said softly; “Theyre pretty self…sufficient; Trina。”
But then the boys piped up with; “Champll piss em to death; Mom;” and suddenly they were
on a roll。 “Yeah! But you wont even notice cause
theyre yellow already!” “Whoa! Yellow Already—cool name。” “That could work! But wait—
people might think we mean our bellies!” “Oh; yeah—
forget that!” “Yeah; just let him kill the chicks。”