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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Christmas (04/25/05)

TITLE: A Chick Peeps At Christmas
By deborah nelson
05/01/05


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A Chick Peeps at Christmas

“Let me see! Let me see!”

A tiny yellow-white chick bounced up and down behind all the animals, struggling to see what was happening in the manger. He was frustrated. Although only a day old, already he considered himself such an important animal in the pecking order. And no one was paying any attention to him.

“Mama!” he cried out as he saw his mother force her scraggly neck through an opening between the two gray geese whose tails pirouetted towards the sky before him. “I wanna see what’s goin’ on!” His mother failed to answer him. She was too intent on seeing for herself. The whole manger was filled with the cacklings and honkings of the fowl who inhabited the cave. The cows and sheep were conversing amongst themselves, too. It was noisy, more noisy than the chick had ever heard.

He was puzzled. He remembered when he had cracked out of his shell mere hours ago. All the oohs and aahs of the animals had impressed upon him the importance of his self. Now their attention was diverted. His ego deflated. What could make the others turn away from him with such interest? He had to know.

Quickly he wiggled his way through the dangerous territory. Soft underbellies of the chickens, the curly, brushing tails of the pigs and the stamping hoofs of the donkey were an obstacle course, but he persevered and won a place out in the open and then saw what the others where exclaiming about.

It was a beautiful sight. Two humans, a man and a woman, knelt before a water-trough that was filled with a bright blue blanket. They were oohing and aahing themselves while a golden light streamed in from the opening of the cave and shone upon the rusty waterless trough. A rainbow of colors floated about the room. The chick’s eyes were bedazzled. The humans and and the animals were all focused on whatever it was that was in the trough with the blanket. Chick could hear some soft, cooing sounds coming from within the light, but no words. What is it? He thought. I’m too small to see. He began bouncing again.

The man turned toward the motion and saw the tiny chick dancing on the straw-covered floor. He laughed and reached down and picked up Chick. Breathless from the shock, Chick looked at the man. “Are you as happy as we are, little chick?” said the man in a deep baritone. Amazed by all this, Chick looked around at all the other animals, at the woman’s sweet, happy face and then he stared, stunned at the being in the blue blanket.

It was a baby, a human baby, olive-colored skin and pink-cheeked with black hair. The eyes were the deepest blue that Chick had ever seen in his whole one day of life. The baby looked at Chick and a tiny smile enveloped the baby’s face. Chick was
enchanted. Suddenly he didn’t feel so all-important in front of this being who looked touched by the Great Creator his mother had told him about. This baby, he knew instinctively, was special.

So did the other animals. They began to sing a song of praise, their voices blending into a cacophony of bleats, snorts, mews, and cackles. Chick was touched by the look of greatness upon the small face. Not regretting for a moment his loss of stature in the manger, Chick looked deep into the baby’s eyes and felt peaceful. Then he began to peep excitedly


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vicki mccollum05/02/05
This is a very cute story. I love reading the Christmas story from different angles. Very imaginitive!
Phyllis Inniss 05/03/05
Very creative rendition of the nativity. I think it would make a good children's story as well. I enjoyed reading this.
Leticia Caroccio05/04/05
This was beautifully written. I imagined myself there, witnessing the most beautiful event in history.

Chick was a wonderful character that I imagine could be used in many other children's stories. Nice job.
Suzanne R05/07/05
There weres some lovely descriptions here. Well done!