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Who's Been Stealing the Chicks of Summer?
By Mewsette
Minka was a full-grown cat, but very small. She lived in the country and
spent a lot of her time outside, or in the big chicken house hunting mice.
She often took long naps on top of the clean stacked hay bales, or on top
of the broody pen, where it was shady and cooler. The pen was big, with
two compartments, and stood tall above the ground on wooden legs.
It was late in summer, when not many chicks are hatched any more, but that
year a fluffy blue hen named Violet decided to have one last family of ten
little chicks in one side of the broody pen, where the babies would be
safe until they were bigger. Minka liked to look in from the top and watch
them, which didn't bother Violet because she was used to having a cat
around. The Farmer Lady always knew where to find Minka to get her in the
house for the night. But sometimes in summer the Lady was so busy, she
forgot Minka until after dark.
One morning when the Lady went out to feed the chickens, a terrible
thing had happened. The wire door of Violet's pen hung open, and two of
her chicks were gone! Minka knew Violet was upset, and saw the Lady close
up the pen very carefully that evening. But the next morning, the door was
not only open, it was damaged, like it had been pulled at very hard. Three
more chicks were gone!
Minka felt very badly, because she knew Violet doted on her babies, and
she really wanted to know what was happening to them! That night the Lady
fixed the pen door and jammed boards across it. She couldn't find Minka,
because Minka was hiding in the hay to wait and see what was coming in the
night to steal Violet's babies. And it wasn't long before she saw a large
raccoon climb into the yard and head for the pen!
It was just terrible! The mean raccoon worked the boards loose and tore
off the door of the pen. There was an awful squawking from Violet, and
Minka could see him pulling out more chicks. What could she do? She was
frightened, because the raccoon was so much bigger than she was, and
before she could move, he was gone. Minka ran for the house and sat
howling at the back door until the Lady opened it. Then she ran back
toward the chicken house, and the Lady followed her with a flashlight.
"Oh no," said the Lady, when she saw the destruction and the state
Violet was in. "Oh, Minka, what did you see?" But try as she might, and
she did try very hard, Minka could not tell what she saw. The Lady moved
Violet and her last chicks into the other side of the pen and went to get
a padlock for that door. Then she picked Minka up and took her into the
house. "You must come in earlier now," she said. "There is some danger out
here."
Minka thought hard. She was a brave little cat, but she wasn't foolish.
She decided she must somehow get the Lady to come to the pen at the same
time the raccoon did. So the next evening, she climbed to the chicken
house roof and stayed, even when the Lady came out and called her every
few minutes. From there she could see both the pen and the back door of
the house. Darkness fell, and the summer night was still. Minka waited.
Suddenly, there was a rustling in the grasses, and there he was. The
raccoon's eyes glinted in the moonlight and he looked very mean. Minka
gathered her strength for the longest leap of her life, and dove off the
roof, hitting the ground running for the back door and howling. The door
flew open, and she saw the Lady come running with a shotgun in her hands.
Everything happened so fast! She heard shots and she stood trembling in
the grass. Then the Lady came toward her.
"Minka", she said, "What a fine little guardcat you are! That raccoon
won't be back soon, because I'm sure he has a very sore foot. Come in the
house with me now.I moved the rest of Violet's family to the big chicken
house and locked the door. They won't be in as much danger from the big
chickens as they were in the pen"
Minka was so happy knowing the mystery was solved for the Lady and the
danger was over. That night she was given a very fine treat, a sardine.
Her favorite.
Done
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Sunday, 04-May-2003 22:03:16 EDT