Life Lessons #2-Maria

Hi everyone! (Do we have anyone...?)

Across the street, there is a farm. Right now, there is a large white chicken in my driveway. It's been there for about eight hours now. Mom and I went over to the farm about two hours ago, to see if it was his chicken. The family who own the farm was out, so their farmhand was sitting on the porch and keeping an eye on things. Or not. After an extremely brief conversation, we discovered the chicken was not the farm's. Then whose is it?

Mom and I retreated to the safety of our home. Mom first called my dad, and then the police station. The gentleman on the phone said that the police would take care of it. Ha-ha.

What's my life lesson, you ask?

Mom called an hour and twenty minutes ago. The police still have yet to come around. A pizza could have come faster than this! Five pizzas! Five! Only in America, yeah? So, if my house is ever being robbed, and the robber is trying to kill me, I'm going to order myself a pizza.

Some lady in a minivan just beeped her horn at the thing. What's that going to do? People have been stopping all day to look at it. Not help it. Just look.

This fluffy chicken is still on the side of the road, dodging cars. I think it's digging a hole. What's it going to do when it's dark out? Anyone have suggestions that Mom and I could try to do so the chicken doesn't die?

Well, let's see where this goes, readers. I'll blog the outcome.

Make the end of your day great for me, okay?

XoXo,
Maria

P.s. Sorry that this is quite short.