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A Story for children age 4 to 6.
Half Chick Part 1.
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ONCE upon a time there was a handsome black Spanish hen who had a large
brood of chickens. They were all fine, plump little birds except the
youngest, who was quite unlike his brothers and sisters. Indeed, he
was such a strange, queer-looking creature that when he first clipped
his shell his mother could scarcely believe her eyes, he was so
different from the twelve other fluffy, downy, soft little chicks who
nestled under her wings. This one looked just as if he had been cut in
two. He had only one leg, and one wing, and one eye, and he had half a
head and half a beak. His mother shook her head sadly as she looked at
him and said:
"My youngest born is only a half-chick. He can never grow up a tall,
handsome cock like his brothers. They will go out into the world and
rule over poultry yards of their own; but this poor little fellow will
always have to stay at home with his mother." And she called him Medio
Pollito, which is Spanish for half-chick.
Now, though Medio Pollito was such an odd, helpless-looking little
thing, his mother soon found that he was not at all willing to remain
under her wing and protection. Indeed, in character he was as unlike
his brothers and sisters as he was in appearance. They were good,
obedient chickens, and when the old hen chicked after them they chirped
and ran back to her side. But Medio Pollito had a roving spirit in
spite of his one leg, and when his mother called to him to return to
the coop, he pretended that he could not hear, because he had only one
When she took the whole family out for a walk in the fields, Medio
Pollito would hop away by himself and hide among the corn. Many an
anxious minute his brothers and sisters had looking for him, while his
mother ran to and fro cackling in fear and dismay.
As he grew older he became more self-willed and disobedient, and his
manner to his mother was often very rude and his temper to the other
chickens very disagreeable.
One day he had been out for a longer expedition than usual in the
fields. On his return he strutted up to his mother with the peculiar
little hop and kick which was his way of walking, and cocking his one
eye at her in a very bold way, he said:
"Mother, I am tired of this life in a dull f farmyard, with nothing but
a dreary maize-field to look at. I'm off to Madrid to see the king."
"To Madrid, Medio Pollito!" exclaimed his mother. "Why, you silly
chick, it would be a long Journey for a grown-up cock, and a poor
little thing like you would be tired out before you had gone half the
distance. No, no, stay at home with your mother, and some day, when
you are bigger, we will go a little journey together."