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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “Don’t Try to Walk before You Can Crawl” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/17/08)

TITLE: Count The Cost
By Donna Carrico


I had a good friend, Dee Dee. We did a lot of things together. She was my baby sitter while I went to Cosmetology school. We cleaned our houses together, canned together, cried and laughed together. We remodeled our houses together and got into some real pickles one time when we decided to tear off the old wallpaper and all the plaster fell off, too. However, one adventure beat them all.

Dee Dee?s aunt gave her a bunch of chicks. Our husbands worked at the grain elevators so when they swept up the floors instead of throwing away the mixed grains, they brought them home to add to the other chicken feed we bought. We thought we could start a business of raising chickens. We thought we could make quite a bit of profit. We fed those chickens real good, but they just ran around and around and for some reason, they did not seem to be getting much bigger at all. We were looking forward to having a little extra money, not to mention all of those chicken dinners.

One day a trucker friend of Dee Dee's husband stopped by when he saw us in the yard. He asked us,
"What are you girls doing with all those Bannie chickens?" Needless to say, we realized that was the answer to why they were not getting any bigger. They were not frying chickens, but Bannie chickens; bantam chickens or dwarf chickens ("bannie" as we called them)

We got so upset that we decided to kill all of them that day and not feed them any more. We killed over 100 chickens. We had the kids chase them and round them up while we took turns killing them and plucking them after we stuck them in boiling water as was the normal practice. We were so sick of chickens, but we put them in the freezer. We had chicken dinners several months later. Of course, it took about four of those stupid little chickens to make a meal, but we were poor and we appreciated them. We counted the cost, but a little late.

Luke 14:28-30 For which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? (29) Lest haply, after he hath laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that behold it begin to mock him, (30) Saying, This man began to build, and was not able to finish.

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Jan Ackerson 01/25/08
I was tickled at the part when it took four of the "stupid little chickens" to make a meal. Fun reading.
Hanne Moon01/26/08
I can just see those two women wringing necks and plucking feathers, only to get next to nothing worth putting in the freezer! LOL A few typos here and there, but good story!
Debbie Wistrom01/28/08
Loved the title, would like to see the whole 750 word limit used, there is much more to this story, I'm sure.
Lynda Schultz 01/28/08
My mother's Sunday job was to chase and catch the chicken for dinner, and wring its neck. How she hated that task! Very funny story.