TINY TOTS’ STORY.
CHICK-A-PICK. Chick-apick lived in a round white house with shining walls. All about him was white soft food; he floated at the end of a ball of yellow food. He himself was only a speck. Have you found out yet that his house was an egg? He grew bigger, for Ilen-Mother sat over him day and night, cuddling him under her warm breast. Every day she turned his egg-house over so that he should grow evenly. Each time she did that he floated from the bottom of the egg-house to the top, to he near the warm Hen-Mother. This kept him moving, and made him grow strong. As he grew he used up the white food aand the yellow food, till by-and-bv there was no food left in the house, but only Chick-a-pick. Have you found out yet that Chick-a-pick was a chicken?
One clay he wished to come out. He tapped on the inside wall. “Peck hard," called his mother. “I will help you from the outside.” Chick-a-pick pecked hard with his little new beak. Hen-Mother pecked softly with her big strong beak, and presently a hole was made. Out popped Chick-a-pick’s head. “Cheep!" he said.
“Well done, little son,” said his mother'. “Now push with your shoulders and break the shell.” He pushed and pushed with his little new shoulders, till crack! went the shell in halves. Out he stepped. Have you found' out yet that Chick-a-picl; was strong?
“You are the first. Cuddle under my wings till your brothers and sisters come out,” said the Hen-Mother. “Cheep I cheep I cheep!” went the brothers and sisters, one after the other. Chick-a-pick listened and watched from his snug corner. “Now we are all here,” said the Hen-Mother at last. “Cluckl cluck! cluck! What a fine brood you are I Yellow and black and w’hite, and all covered with the softest, prettiest down I ever saw. How dainty your toes are! How bright are your eyes 1” She led them out for a little walk. “Cluck! cluck! cluck!” she said. “See —here is soft food spread for you. Cluck! cluck! You may have it all. I shall not eat till you are satisfied. I could not bear mv chickens to go hungry. Cluck! cluck! Eat plenty! Eat plenty!”
Have you found out yet how kind Hen-Mother was?
What would you do If you split your sides with laughter?—Run till you got the stitch in them.
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Waikato Times, Volume 103, Issue 17367, 31 March 1928, Page 16 (Supplement)
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