Morning Post!

This is the very first time i've written a morning post! Its like having morning toast! how precious. Last night I watched possibly my favorite movie of all time- Newsies. It is grand. I'm pretty sure I have all the songs memorized. And all the dialog too :) such a great movie.

Alright now I will relay the story of the chicken that has been requested by an adoring fan, thank you all very much I really do appreciate you're dedicated-ness to my blog (all three of you). It was a bright Fall day, and I was nonchalantly walking toward my sister Becky's apartment. As I was joyously strutting down the sidewalk, I came across something very odd. It was a chicken! But not just any chicken. It was a very very very small chicken.

It was about five inches tall! Said chicken was just hanging out in the gutter. I was very perplexed at what the origins of this tiny evolved Raptor. I came up with nothing worth writing about. While I was thinking about this, I decided I should take a picture, so I did via my camera phone. While I was in the process of such an awkward action, a girl in the Tuba section (who I was not sure if she didn't like me and thought I was extremely weird or not (and this situation did not help at all by the way)) drove by and shouted my name. I was so preoccupied with mr. chicken that I made a feeble attempt at replying and the most awkward part, is that she was at a red light and sat there for about a minute while I stood there awkwardly by this little chicken. I'm pretty sure I even pointed at it in hopes of her noticing but that just increased the awkardity level. I did decide that it would be awesome to either take it and keep it as a pet and take it on the occasional walk to show of his gallant legs, or eat him for dinner. So I christened him, "Dinner". I walked away tho, hoping the owner would find his misplaced abnormality and take him home for a nice dinner. No pun intended. I soon forgot about the chicken and was at marching band practice a few days later. I was talking to the girl that I thought thought I'm weird. Memory of dinner flashed back to me, and I relayed the story of the chicken to her. She gasped when I mentioned the small chicken and said, "That is my friend's chicken! She lost it a couple days ago and she still hasn't found it!" I was saddened that her friend lost her chicken, but then snapped out of it and asked why her friend would have a chicken, especially a minuscule one! She said it was a pet and that she even had another one! I have looked since that day for little Dinner, and have had no sightings. I can only hope that she has been reunited with her owner and her sister and that she is living a full and happy life.