I haven’t posted for the last few days. I’ve been volunteering at my church for the VBS (vacation Bible school) and that has really drained my energy. My last few posts have been substandard anyways, so I’m going to wait until I’m done with VBS, which should be tomorrow, to write any more blogs so I actually have time, energy, and quality. I plan on making up the blogs that I missed as well. Thanks for your understanding!
At a certain season my chicken decided to withdraw from coop society, having enjoyed the company but seeking to discover himself. So the chicken withdrew from the coop and crossed the road to stay at Walden Pond where it lived in an isolated coop away from all other chickens.
Rising about 8 in the morning, I with the chicken and the post proceeded forward without observing anything remarkable; and about two, afternoon, arrived at the post’s second stage, where the chicken crossed the road and departed my company to return to its hen.
In this world nothing can be certain except death and taxes. The chicken is crossing the road to avoid both.
‘Twas mercy that brought me across the street,
And this chicken, my Savior did meet.
As I write this letter to you, dear Abigail, I am most distressed to discover that the postal system has been rendered temporarily disbanded due to these tumultuous times. Therefore I entrust this letter to this smallest of chickens that it may cross the road that separates us and deliver this letter to you safely…
Chickens do not repel the past or what it has produced under its forms or amid other politics or the idea of castes or the old religions, but knowing that the leaves of grass are ever greener on the other side pursue to cross the road that its action will descend to the stalwart and wellshaped heir who approaches and that it shall be fittest for its days.
So far! so lost! the chicken roams
Across the road
To seek the wonder of new fields‒
A new abode!