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azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-20 01:30 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-20 01:30 pm
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Let He Who Is Without Sin Cast The First Scone
Once upon a time, when we had our first batch of birdies, there were two who were the special pets: Calico and Aurora. They spent a lot of time in the house.
FatherSir had been teaching the hens a cute trick: jumping for green beans.
As with most animal tricks, you start out slowly. The hens needed very little introduction to the concept that these things were yummy, and they would eat them right up, either off the floor or out of your hand. The next step was holding the green bean at beak height. You would then raise the green bean, so the happy hen would have to stretch her neck a bit to get the thing.
After she got used to stretching up for a treat, you'd hold the green bean a little higher. She'd jump, of course.
FatherSir kept raising the level of the green bean until Calico was jumping for green beans at waist height: flying, really. It was an impressive trick, and it was fun to see a comfortable hen rocket herself into the air over a green bean. (Calico was always the more voracious one; Aurora would go after treats if it didn't muss her dignity too much.)
One evening, when everyone was at home and relaxing, and Calico and Aurora were inside, FatherSir decided it was snack time. He went to the kitchen, and put butter and honey on a scone. He started walking back to the couch, with the scone at arm's length.
My father does not have short arms. The scone dangled only a few inches above his knee. Calico spotted the slowly moving target: Oh! A treat for me? and rushed right over. She leaped, and snagged the unguarded scone from his fingers, and dragged her prize under the table.
Aurora, seeing the size of the scone, said "Pik-pik!" sharply to Calico, and rapped Calico on the head with her beak, then took the scone and began eating it, messily.
FatherSir figured that Calico had gotten the scone fair and square, and that since he'd been the one teaching her that trick, it was mostly his fault, and his fault for not putting the thing on a plate and carrying it out of harm's reach.
FatherSir had been teaching the hens a cute trick: jumping for green beans.
As with most animal tricks, you start out slowly. The hens needed very little introduction to the concept that these things were yummy, and they would eat them right up, either off the floor or out of your hand. The next step was holding the green bean at beak height. You would then raise the green bean, so the happy hen would have to stretch her neck a bit to get the thing.
After she got used to stretching up for a treat, you'd hold the green bean a little higher. She'd jump, of course.
FatherSir kept raising the level of the green bean until Calico was jumping for green beans at waist height: flying, really. It was an impressive trick, and it was fun to see a comfortable hen rocket herself into the air over a green bean. (Calico was always the more voracious one; Aurora would go after treats if it didn't muss her dignity too much.)
One evening, when everyone was at home and relaxing, and Calico and Aurora were inside, FatherSir decided it was snack time. He went to the kitchen, and put butter and honey on a scone. He started walking back to the couch, with the scone at arm's length.
My father does not have short arms. The scone dangled only a few inches above his knee. Calico spotted the slowly moving target: Oh! A treat for me? and rushed right over. She leaped, and snagged the unguarded scone from his fingers, and dragged her prize under the table.
Aurora, seeing the size of the scone, said "Pik-pik!" sharply to Calico, and rapped Calico on the head with her beak, then took the scone and began eating it, messily.
FatherSir figured that Calico had gotten the scone fair and square, and that since he'd been the one teaching her that trick, it was mostly his fault, and his fault for not putting the thing on a plate and carrying it out of harm's reach.