Post by Googsmom aka Jennifer on Mar 20, 2008 10:44:07 GMT -5
Mt little sister sent me this funny, true story, of what happened at the farm. Just thought i'd share so everyone can have a laugh for the day. FYI, Becca is the dog ;D
THE STORY
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It was a beautiful morning like any other morning, The birds were out chirping, the deer frolicking in the beautiful meadow. It was a peaceful morning until the screeching sound appeared! It was a sound unlike any heard up here before. It sent the herd flying from their shelter of the barn. Turned out it was a chicken having a really hard time laying an egg! All the people laughed at the sound that had caused all the panic!
Later on that day the phone rang at work and the truth came out! The SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady told the story of the day the chicken laid the egg! It turns out the SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady had wandered down to the barn and saw the horror! A chicken tried so hard to lay an egg that it exploded! There were feathers and chicken parts all over the chicken pen! BUT the SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady had a feeling that maybe chickens don't really explode when they are laying eggs so she decided to get her trusty hunting companion Becca The Terrible! They went on a journey all over the land to find out why the chicken exploded and who was responsible! The searched and searched for hours upon hours and what seemed like days upon days without success! They returned to the seen of the accident, completely flabbergasted as to what would make the chicken explode! The SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady looked to the heavens to ask why, oh why did somone explode my chicken and there was the answer! 5 feet above the SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady was the answer! Asleep in a tree all peaceful and happy was a raccoon! The SAVAGE gramma hunter lady was sure that this was the culprit ( maybe it was the feathers up the tree and the chicken parts hanging from the tree trunk that gave it away)! The SAVAGE Gramma Hunter lady screamed and probably pee'd a little and ran around in panic mode! She Ran up and down the lane screaming help me help me! The neighbor came a running saying Here SAVAGE Gramma Hunter Lady use the gun! 10 shots later the raccoon fell to the ground and the chickens were safe at last! THE END!!
At least it wasn't the cougar that lives on the hill. I also might add that they burried the coon and made a cross and had a nice funeral for the "culprit"
THE STORY
READ STORY COMPLETELY DON'T SCROLL
It was a beautiful morning like any other morning, The birds were out chirping, the deer frolicking in the beautiful meadow. It was a peaceful morning until the screeching sound appeared! It was a sound unlike any heard up here before. It sent the herd flying from their shelter of the barn. Turned out it was a chicken having a really hard time laying an egg! All the people laughed at the sound that had caused all the panic!
Later on that day the phone rang at work and the truth came out! The SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady told the story of the day the chicken laid the egg! It turns out the SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady had wandered down to the barn and saw the horror! A chicken tried so hard to lay an egg that it exploded! There were feathers and chicken parts all over the chicken pen! BUT the SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady had a feeling that maybe chickens don't really explode when they are laying eggs so she decided to get her trusty hunting companion Becca The Terrible! They went on a journey all over the land to find out why the chicken exploded and who was responsible! The searched and searched for hours upon hours and what seemed like days upon days without success! They returned to the seen of the accident, completely flabbergasted as to what would make the chicken explode! The SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady looked to the heavens to ask why, oh why did somone explode my chicken and there was the answer! 5 feet above the SAVAGE Gramma hunter lady was the answer! Asleep in a tree all peaceful and happy was a raccoon! The SAVAGE gramma hunter lady was sure that this was the culprit ( maybe it was the feathers up the tree and the chicken parts hanging from the tree trunk that gave it away)! The SAVAGE Gramma Hunter lady screamed and probably pee'd a little and ran around in panic mode! She Ran up and down the lane screaming help me help me! The neighbor came a running saying Here SAVAGE Gramma Hunter Lady use the gun! 10 shots later the raccoon fell to the ground and the chickens were safe at last! THE END!!
At least it wasn't the cougar that lives on the hill. I also might add that they burried the coon and made a cross and had a nice funeral for the "culprit"