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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Chicken Cookies

     My friend invited me to go with her and her mom and dad to visit someone who lived west of town. I was surprised to see that they lived on a farm. I had never been on a farm before.

     We all visited for a few minutes in the living room, then my friend and I had permission to go outside. We were told not to sit on the basketball. I thought this was an odd thing. I had never thought of sitting on a basketball. I think they thought it would go flat if we sat on it. So we looked around for something to do.

     Farms have a lot of things that I had never seen before. There was a whole lot of yard, and then even more past the grass that was mostly dirt. There were little sheds, and some of these sheds had chickens sitting in them. We looked in, but it was too stinky. Sitting next to the chickens' house was a cloth bag with seeds in it.  We found a couple eggs. I didnt know that chickens had something to do with eggs. All our eggs came in a little box and were in the fridge. These eggs were warm and kind of dirty.

     We decided to make cookies. For flour we used dirt.  For nuts and raisins we used the seeds in the bag. There was water set out for the chickens to drink, so we used some for our cookies. We knew that cookies had to have eggs, so we broke all the eggs we could find into our cookie mix, then stirred it up with sticks.

     We were just about finished when my friend's family came looking for us.  The farm lady saw our cookie mix and was not at all happy. We didnt know why. We were bundled into the car for a silent ride home.

     I was never invited to visit with them again.
    

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