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MICHIGAN FOOD & BEES BY A. D. P. VAN BUREN
He smiled and said he had come to see the young folks. I informed him they had all gone to attend meeting in the Dea. Case school-house. I, during this time, tried to fill up the gap in the door, that he might not see within. But just then I heard the yelp—yelp—yelp! of a chicken. Looking around I saw a two-thirds grown rooster with both feet stuck fast in the middle of my shortcake in the spider; the dough had softened by the heat and let his feet down to the bottom of the spider, and there he stood with extended wings, bill full
of sticky dough, yelping away like murder. Uri glanced in at the fire-place and took in the whole situation. As I heard the first yelp, I told him the folks had just gone and he could soon overtake them. He said he guessed he would go to meeting also, and went off laughing at my chicken pie. He gone, I hastily turned to the spider, seized that chicken by his neck, and jerked him out of my short-cake, the middle part of it coming up with his feet. I pushed this down with one hand and pulling him out, ran to the door, and wringing him by the neck by way of revenge, l threw him to the ground and went back to my poor short-cake. I took a case-knife and cut out the middle part that was spoiled, smoothed the rest into shape, and put it to baking again. As I went to the door to throw out the rejected dough, there was another act in this drama going on. The entire brood of hens and chickens were crowding around and over that rooster, picking the dough off his feet and legs. They had nearly gobbled him up. I drove them away in sheer pity for the poor thing. His feet and legs were bleeding, and as he got up to walk he hobbled awfully on his clumsy, half-baked feet.
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