Saturday, June 26, 2010

Choose: THE DILEMMA

The chicken is trying to get out of the yard. The fox is out to get the chicken. The lady of the house is out to get the fox. Cluck, cluck calls the chick to its mother. She stops for a minute but has many other chicks to worry about. Her winglike arms do not help. That she can't fly, can't cuddle her babes, makes her peck one on the head. Under the wooden steps to the farm house, she lays more eggs. They are still warm when the tall, gray haired lady who lives in the house, comes out and gathers the eggs in her apron and goes back inside.

The lady knows the fox is waiting to go under the fence, to have a chicken dinner. Her loaded rifle leans against the porch door. Her mind is sharp. She bides her time. Thru her binoculars she watches the fox crouch and crawl, crouch lower, crawl a few more feet. He claws into the hard earth. It flies into his red coat, into his eyes. That only slows his progress, does not stop it. His sharp teeth hit rock and the angry fox yelps in pain, quiets down and moves to another spot, leaving a clump of his handsome fur stuck to the barbed wire. The old lady is joyous. With no one to hear her she lets loose, sings and dances around the kitchen table.

It is chick feeding time. One bucket of corn and one of vitamins are ready. 'Here, Chick, here Chick Chick.' They know her voice, know what is in the buckets. A sea of yellow feathers, yellow feet, open bills surround her. The lady talks to them, even pats a few. They make a lot of noise but not enough to cover the howl of the fox that is not far away. She gets her rifle from the porch, shoos the chicks into the hen house and takes aim at the sky. The howling stops as the fox runs in fright.

Fall has fallen and a big decision must be made, the same decision she has made year after year. It never gets easier. Her chicks are larger, ready for breeding or for the frying pan. 'Oh, Lord, Help me,' she wails.

Well, I can't help her and since it is my story, you are in charge, you make the choice.

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