Long, long ago (Monday) in a land far away land(Naha, Okinawa), a Mother ventured out with her three small boys, a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, one umbrella, a camera, and a pocket full of yen coins. She was taking the children to see the Dragon Boat Races, hoping to expose them to a bit of culture, and to cheer on the Air Force teams.
Somewhere, somehow the adventure got twisted and turned into something it wasn't suppose to be.
You see, this Mommy returned home at the end of the day with everything previously mentioned minus the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches plus four baby chickens.
***A Moment to Digest That***
Yes, we came home with FOUR RAINBOW CHICKENS!!!!!
A pink one Cinderella, a Green one Theodore, and 2 others that I keep getting their names confused. An orange and yellow named Simon and Alvin.
Four baby chickens.....what in the world was I thinking.
So, on our way home we stop to get cardboard boxes with hopes of being able to construct an Urban Coup for them. I succeeded with a little duct tape and newspaper added to the supply list. The chicks seemed quite content with their living arrangements. Then, about 3pm the madness started. Word got around town there were chickens in the Lewellen home. Kids were coming in and out. Some only to look, some to pet and carry one around, some to unintentionally torture. After an hour or so I decided to offer the chicks to the other kids, hoping a parent might be crazy enough to let them bring one home. One little girl I had never seen before immediately wanted to use the phone and call her Dad. This was the conversation. "Dad, can I have a Chicken?" "Sure" that was the Dads answer. "Sure" she didn't have to plead, to beg, to cry, to make the face, any of that. Wow.
1 chick down (the hot pink one of course) and three to go.
**side note here, most of these children that were flaoting around the house stayed ot have dinner with us...which consisted of popcorn chicken..Thank Goodness none of them caught the irony in that. The chickens however, not so sure how they felt about us chomping down on their long lost cousins**
The next morning when I walked downstairs I caught a whiff of something that wasn't quite as pungent as you might imagine, but not too fresh either.
So after a tearful goodbye, we put the chicks back in their basket and headed out into town looking for a new residence for the chicks.
First stop was the local zoo. Which is a sad, sad place for animals to live. The animals are packed in there, it is awful. But, they do have a petting zoo that might be a good place for little colored chicks to hang out. So we get to the zoo about 15 minutes before they open. We were about the 84156613456153289th person to get there and had to park in a gravel pit, on the other side of a mountain and walk back to the zoo. Apparently some sort of festival was going on that day. Anyhow. I get up to the counter. I try to hand the lady the basket while saying 'dozo' which means please or please take or something like that. So she gets out her cell phone makes a couple of calls and smiles and takes the chicks. Yay! NO MORE CHICKS FOR ME!!!
Now I am trying to use my very limited Japanese language skills, along with some improv signing to get the point across that I would like for Braden to carry them to the petting zoo part. Once she realizes what I am asking she takes out that evil cell phone, presses a bunch of keys, and show me the screen which reads..."KILL FOR BAIT" Noooooo you can't use my rainbow chicks for bait?! Are you crazy!?!?!? SO I grab them back form her and we make a mad dash to the car before someone tries to get them from us and bait whatever you bait with baby chicks.
We get to the car, ready to explore plan B, find a farm. We were lucky to do that very quickly. The guy had several other chickens, and took them no questions or comments.
So the chicks have new quarters. I think they will be happy there, I saw several other chickens running around. Hopefully they will live a prosperous life.
4 tries to throw the coin in the jar 200¥
1 basket to carry them in and 1 small bag of food 200¥
Driving all over looking for a new home 1/4 tank of gas
The excitement of having farm animals in our house for 24 hours and all the neighbor kids coming to adore them. Priceless
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4 comments:
OH MY! What a story for the scrapbooks! Glad you were able to find a good home for the baby chicks in the end, and just think of the memories you'll have! LOL :)
well written and had a happy ending. wow, you poor thing! guess you learned something on monday :) glad you realized that your house wasn't a good place for them early enough that it wasn't TOO terrible. i was so happy my daughter wasn't with me at the festival, she would've gone insane over those chicks.
Shannan... bwahahahaha!!! I was there for it all but when you retell it, it's even funnier. Thanks for being the coolest mom on the block. My kids loved those baby chicks. Not something they'll soon forget.
wow. that was the best story. so glad you're addicted to blogging.
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