Jacob's Chicken
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Jacobs Chicken by Melo Snow Cork Ah, chicken is a chicken. You all know how a chicken looks. Sure you do. So go ahead and draw a chicken, the teacher tells the Children. And all the kids suck on crowns and then draw chickens, coloring them black or brown with black or brown crayons. But wouldn't you know it? Look at Jacob. He draws a chicken with every crayon in the box, then borrow some from Laura and Jacobs. Chicken ends up with an orange head bluewings and red thighs, and the teacher says that some bizarre chicken, What do you say? Children and the kids roll with laughter while the teacher goes on saying, That's all because Jacob wasn't paying attention. And to tell the truth, Jacobs chicken really looks more like a turkey, but then not quite, for it also resembles a sparrow and also a peacock. It's as big as a quail and as lean as a swallow, a peculiar pull it to say the least. Jacob Burns, an F for its and the chicken instead of being hung on the wall, migrates to a pile of misfits on top of the teachers cabinet. The poor chickens feelings are hurt. Nothing makes it happy about being on top of the teachers cabinet, so deciding not to be a chicken, it flies off through the open window. But a chicken is a chicken. A chicken won't fly too far. Hence it ends up next door in a garden full of white sherries and powder blue currents. Ah, splendid garden that proudly shows its cultivators. Love you see the gardener, Professor Cape, on a recognized authority, is an ornithologist who has written seven books on birds and right now is finishing his eighth. And as he puts the last touches to it, he suddenly feels weary. So he goes out to do some light gardening and toss a few horseshoes, which is easy. And let's amuse over birds. There are tons of them. So many birds, Professor, keep on, says to himself. But there isn't a single bird that I discovered. He feels down, flips a horseshoe and dreams a love filled dream about an as yet unknown bird win. His eye falls on the chicken, picking the baby blue currents, the rare blue currents that damn it. He didn't grow for chicken feed. Now that would make any one's blood boil. The professor is incensed. He is furious. He seems unable to zap the chicken, so in the end he just catches it, flings it over the fence. The chicken flies off in UAE, law professor Cape on follows. He lies over the fence in pursuit of the chicken, grabs it and carries at home quite an unusual chicken that one. But no one has seen one quite like it in orange head bluewings and red thighs. The Professor Johnson all down looks like a turkey, but they're not quite reminds one of ah Sparrow, but also of a peacock. It's as big as a quail and as lean as a swallow. And after he has written it all down for his eighth book, The Professor all quivers bastos upon the chicken, his own name and carries it to the zoo. A chicken is a chicken who would fuss over a chicken, you think, but this one must be well worth. The bother for the whole zoo is in an uproar. Such rarity turns up perhaps once in 20 years. If that often the suit director is rubbing his hands, the employees air building a cage. The painter has his hands full, and the director says the cage must sparkle and make the bed soft, he adds, and there already appears and nameplate. KPN's Chicken Galina K Pony sounds lovely, doesn't it? What do you say? It sounds, actually, how about it? The chicken is having the time of its life. It's moved to tears by all this care. It really can't complain. It has become the zoo's main attraction, the center of attention. The zoo has never had so many visitors, says the cashier, and the crowds are growing larger by the minute. Wait, look, there is our teacher with the whole class in front of the cage, explaining a while ago you saw the prez Wolski horse. And here you have another unique specimen, the so called Capone's chicken, or gallina que pony that looks somewhat like a turkey but not quite resembles, Ah, Sparrow and also a peacock. It's Aziz Bigas, a quail, and as Lena's a swallow. Why look at that gorgeous orange head? The bluewings, the scarlet thighs. The Children are agog, they sigh. What a beautiful chicken! A that right teacher! But Laura, as if struck by lightning, pulls on the teachers lead and says, That's Jacobs chicken. I bet you it iss the teacher becomes hurt This silly child's ridiculous notions what Jacobs Chicken is she proudly about. And come to think of it, where is Jake of anyhow? Again, he is not paying attention now. Wouldn't you know? They're just look at him. There he is, in front of an Anteaters cage watching an ant eater when he's supposed to be looking at Capone's Chicken. Jacob the teacher. Gil's at the top of her lungs in a high pitched voice. Next time you'll stay home. Jacob. I've had enough aggravation, which wouldn't surprise anyone for something like that would make anybody's blood boil looks.