Guest Post: The Story of Megatron
So Dave & I have had a few life changes and alterations over the past two months. My 16 year old daughter decided to move from her Dad’s in Texas, to Kansas with us. This made my 3 bedroom townhouse that was perfect a few months ago, feel a lot smaller. To make a long story short, we’ve been looking at houses, to buy, not rent this time. Each person has their own “stipulations” on what our new house should have… 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, 2 car garage, tree for a tree house, country, ponds and me… I want a chicken coop with chickens!
Below is a story written by Siel Snowden, my oldest son’s girlfriend to whom we’ve promised that she could keep a chicken of her own in our coop… Megatron.
Once upon a time on a small farm in Baldwin, there lived a small flock of chickens in a small chicken coup. Every morning, the farm-wife, (known to the chickens as Other Mother), would bring them grain and corn, and on Sundays, she would make her son Bryan, with the help of Chad, clean out the chicken coup.
It was a good life for the chickens.
One day, a girl named Siel (who had painstakingly helped build the chicken coup) came to visit the chickens. She thought they were all very nice, but she couldn’t help noticing one in particular. This chicken was a gorgeous color, with smooth, sleek feathers, and long yellow chicken legs. Siel was in awe of the grace and ability of this beautiful creature. So she named the chicken Megatron.
Megatron liked being named so well, but she found it difficult to live up to her name. When all of the other chickens rolled in the dirt and pecked gravel, Megatron stayed back so as not to muss her flawless feathers. When Meg layed eggs, she always layed hers with the greatest care, making sure that each was exactly the same smooth shape and size. Everything she did, she tried to be the perfect chicken. And yet…something was missing.
“How can I become the perfect chicken?” She asked her friend Asbestus, a scrawny old hen. Asbestus was lumpy and her legs were short. Her feathers were all shapes and sizes, and her eggs were small and weak-shelled. But she was nice enough, and quite smart (for a chicken), so she listened to Meg and pondered the question seriously.
“Well…” she decided finally, “Wisdom is the key to well-being. I think that if you studied everything and became the wisest chicken that ever lived, you would become the perfect chicken.”
So Megatron set off to learn everything. “But how to go about this?” she wondered. “Perhaps if I ask all the chickens in the chicken coup to tell me everything they know, I will learn it all and know more than any of them.”
She she went to Marzipan, the oldest of the hens. “Marzi, could you tell me everything that you know?”
“Whatever for, dear?” Marzipan asked, and Megatron replied, “I want to become the wisest chicken that ever lived, so that I may become the perfect chicken and live up to my name.”
“Now, dear,” said Marzipan, “If you strive to become the perfect chicken, it is not knowledge that will take you to your goal. Trust me, I’ve been around a long time, and I know. No, dear, the key is action. Become the bravest chicken that ever lived, and you will soon become the perfect chicken.”
So Megatron set off to become the bravest chicken that ever lived. But what could she do that was brave? Something no chicken had done before?
“I know!” she said, “I’ll jump off the top of the chicken coup!”
So she climbed dangerously up the rickety boards, and made her way to the coup’s roof. “One…two…three…” She closed her eyes and jumped.
Megatron closed her eyes as she fell through the air. “I’m not a chicken. I can be brave,” she muttered, and suddenly she hit the ground. “Oof! I think I landed on something!”
“Not on something, on SOMEONE, you twit!” Megatron looked down and saw Badge, the meanest hen, sprawled on the ground under her. “What the cluck where you ever doing, crash landing on me like that?”
“Well…” Megatron rambled… “I thought if I jumped off the roof…I might become the bravest chicken that ever lived, so that I could become the perfect chicken, and live up to my name.”
Badge laughed. “You’re stupid,” she cackled. “To be the perfect chicken, you gotta be the toughest. Like me.”
Megatron sighed. “Alright. How should I be tough?”
Badge lept up and stuck her beak in Meg’s face. “CLUCK OFF, Losah!” She hissed, stamping her feet and shaking her feathers. “Pretty tough, eh?”
“Definitely tough,” said Megatron, looking at Badge in a new light. “Alright, I’ll try it.” She looked around for someone to be tough too.
Suddenly Megatron heard footsteps, and she turned to see a red fox coming down the trail towards the chicken coup. “Finally,” she thought. “I have a chance to show someone exactly what I’m made of!” With a leap she planted herself in front of the fox and hissed, in her toughest voice, “CLUCK OFF, losah!”
The fox laughed. “Stupid chicken,” he chuckled. “What are you trying to be, tough?”
“Yeah,” said Megatron. “If I become the toughest chicken in the world, I can become the perfect chicken, and live up to my name.”
“Silly chicken,” the fox snickered. “Everyone knows…the only perfect chicken is the tastiest.”
“Well okay…” said Megatron. “How do I become tasty?”
The fox smiled. “I’m sure you’re quite tasty already. How about I taste you just to check?”
Megatron smiled at this kind fox, who was willing to help her become the perfect chicken. “Thank you, sir,” she said, while the fox opened his enormous jaws.
♥ Kimberlee ♥
Dave
