Sunday Chicken Dinner

Yesterday on my woods walk I experienced two squirrels frisking about me as if I was not there. They may have become accustomed to me. The rhythms of the woods are soothing. Or as Robert Frost said,’ The woods are lovely dark and deep…’

‘Billy B do you want to play,’ Mr. Squirrel asked? ‘We have been waiting for you all morning,’ Mr. Squirrel continued. Later we are going to the Lodge for an all-you-can-eat chicken dinner,’ Mrs. Squirrel said with a wide grin. ‘We love Sunday dinner at the Lodge,’ she added.

‘Ahoy Mates,’ Mr. Toad announced his arrival. ‘Who is in the mood for some chicken…I know I am,’ Mr. Toad proclaimed! ‘I have not had any chicken since last Sunday,’ he continued.

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‘Coming in for landing,’ Mrs. Raven called out. ‘Roger is a bit late but will join us at the feast,’ she informed. ‘

‘Little Reggie could not find his Sunday suit,’ Mrs. Raven explained.

‘What is the hold up…time is burning,’ Ralph Rooster proclaimed! ‘It is all you can eat chicken dinner and I am powerful hungry,’ RR said. ‘Nothing much better than fried chicken,’ he said with a grin.

‘When did you develop a taste for chicken,’ Mrs. Raven asked? ‘RR you do realize you are a chicken,’ she asked?

‘What the tarnation,’ RR proclaimed! ‘I simply thought that I liked chicken because it is delicious…not that it was one of my own,’ RR cried out!

‘What a lovely table look at the beautiful view,’ Billy B noted with satisfaction. ‘There comes Deidre Deer,’ he announced.

‘Greetings all have you ordered yet,’ Deidre asked?

‘What may I get for you,’ Wanda Waitress asked?

‘I will have the venison,’ RR said…

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