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A New Year’s Eve message from the chicklets…

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They held the Poetry Slam early, so Lois could participate and then go to bed…so…

A few of the poets stayed behind to have their picture taken with Lois, who was the star of the New Year’s Eve Poetry Slam.  She recited two poems, which are below.

Me

by: Lois

I might be small
right now
but I’ll get bigger
and even if I don’t
I plant to
LIVE OUT LOUD
because
I’m really BIG
inside
and that’s
where it counts

The Coop

by Lois

everyone at The Coop
is wonderful
they are all kind and loving
beautiful and clever
they are generous
and fun
they can do anything
and I’m lucky
to be one of them
and live here
and have a soft nest

The crowd loved her.  She said that her sister dressed her and she felt like a cake but she wore the dress because she didn’t want to her her sister’s feelings.  She had a good time and loved her hat.  But with all the excitement, she got tired before the dancing began.  Her sister took her home and tucked her into her nest.  Two warming bunnies snuggled around her and said they would chicklet sit. All the chicklets agree that Los is amazing.

Bunnies

by:  Bunny

Bunnies are soft
and kind
they are not clothing
or food
they are on earth
to make things
beautiful
humans are the only ones
who don’t know that

Shades

by:  Chip

I like to wear sunglasses
but sometimes it’s too dark
and I trip
because I can’t see
but still
they’re really cool

Rhinos

by: Runway

I’m a baby rhino
and my parents
were battle rhinos
who fought
in a never-ending war
they said I would never have to do that
and I’m glad
because I like being peaceful
and loving
I like having friends
and cornbread
I like my life
a life without war
or hatred
I like that I live in love

Everyone threw themselves at Runway, hugging and kissing him.  He was overwhelmed so one of the chicklets brought him a bowl of chocolate chip ice cream and he was very happy.  He said all that love was too much and he couldn’t hold anymore.  Everyone understood, since they’ve all felt that way at one time or another.  Living surrounded by love can be tough sometimes.  Runway reminded us of that.

It was after midnight and…

…Timmy was sleeping in the punch bowl, which had not been empty.  Tweets was still wearing her mask, one of the dogs was asleep under the table and Runway needed to go back to the Rhino House.  He was tired and full of chocolate chip ice cream.

The music was fabulous and the disco ball was still revolving.  The party was amazing.  There were games and hayrides, and a wonderful production of Jack and the Beanstalk. There was a stage show with dancing and singing and then there was a sing-a-long, which everyone loved.  The Poetry Slam was outstanding and everyone was happy.

The rhinos are going home tomorrow, back to Resa, Holly and Beth.  They’ve been away from home since before Chickmas and they’re homesick.  They will be missed, but Valentin’s Day is only weeks away.  Many of the Guests will be returning at that time.

Until then, the chicklets will be busy cleaning and doing laundry.  Then they will start working on the program for Valentine’s Day.  If any animal abuse cases come their way, they will, as always, drop everything and rescue whoever needs to be rescued because that’s their main job in life, after all.

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It’s New Year’s Eve…have fun tonight.

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There’s a lot going on at The Coop…

Dandelion, wearing her new QUEEN shirt, and headphones, is in charge of Lois this morning.  She’s been pushing her in the swing and reading stories to her.  Lacey’s  along for support and Puppy, who never goes anywhere without his new toy, is fast asleep.

Yellow bird is helping with the decorations for the New Year’s Eve party and the sign up sheets are full.  Tomorrow there’s a dress rehearsal.

The Kitchen Crew has been baking cookies and corn bread, as well as other treats.  They have come up with a new seed mixture, they hope everyone will like.  Food for all the guests has been delivered and everyone is very happy.

Lois wants to chirp a short poem, so the chicklets are looking forward to hearing her on stage, for the very first time.  In a couple of days, she’ll be able to go out with the other chicklets and not need as much supervision.

The New Year’s Eve Party is going to be all silver glitter and stars.  The Costume Committee has been extremely busy and DJ is ready to go.

Lois suggested a coloring contest but there’s not enough time.  Everyone loved the idea, so they are going to have a coloring contest for the Valentine’s Day.  The chicklets think Lois will end up on the Events Committee since she’s already coming up with such good ideas.

Father Time…

Old Man, Old Person, Person

“Honestly,” she said.  “I don’t know why you’re complaining.  You work one night a year.  You took the job, no one forced you to do it.”

“I didn’t think it would last forever.”

“That’s true,” she admitted.  “But still, you have your library, your tea…”

“I going to retire,” he said.  “This will be my last year.”

“Can you do that?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.  “Just quit, I mean?”

“I guess I’ll find out.”

She nodded.  “I guess you will.”

“What?” he asked, looking at her face.

“I think you’ll die, if you quit.  Once you can’t control Time, the years will catch up with you and you’ll turn to dust.”

“That’s exactly what I expect will happen.”

“I don’t want you to die,” she said, putting a piece of blueberry pie down in front of him.

“Forever is too long.”

“Are you tired of me?” she asked.

“Never,” he said, kissing the palm of her hand.  “Never.”

“Then why?”

“Nothing ever changes.”

She nodded, knowingly.  “Take me with you.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“I was thinking,” he said, slowly.  “Maybe Death would be willing to incorporate Time into Her job description.”

“It’s Father Time, remember,” she laughed.

“It doesn’t have to stay that way.  And humans are all about Death, so why have two offices when one will suffice?”

“I suppose you can ask Her, but don’t be surprised if She tells you She won’t do it.  You know how She feels about humans.”

“And Time,” he chuckled.

“Yes, that too,” she agreed.  “What do you think She’ll do with us when we die?”

“I have no idea,” he said.  “Does it matter?”

“Not really, I was just wondering.”

He nodded.

“You could just stop Time, again.”

“I could,” he said.  “But what good would that do?  Last time I did it, nothing changed.  Speeding it up didn’t help either.”

“Well, I’m going to have a Retirement party.  I’ll invite Mother Nature, Death, Dawn, Dusk, Spring, Fall and…”

“Please don’t invite any of the old gods.  Last time you did that…”

“I won’t,” she laughed.  “But, looking back, it was truly funny, especially the Three Muses.”

“I suppose…looking back,” he admitted.  “As for the newer Gods, the God of War was unpleasant and Neptune got everything soaking wet.  And don’t get me started on Thor and that hammer of his.”

“But, they are our friends, after all.”

“If you invite them, you’ll have to invite all the Goddesses.”

“Obviously,” she said.

“Is Persephone above ground?”

“No, that’s why it’s winter.”

“So, Demeter will be sobbing,” he groaned.

“She likes to dance.”

“True.  And what about Mercury?  He’ll be flying all over the place, rushing back and forth for no reason at all.”

“We haven’t seen Hades in ages, so if we invite him, maybe he’ll bring Pers along and that will make Demeter happy and the nymphs as well,” she said, happily.

“You’re inviting the nymphs?” he said, loudly.  “Are you going to let Diana bring her hounds as well?”

“Yes, she won’t leave them home, you already know that,” she sighed.  “Where she goes, they go.”

“Hera can take care of the fire.”

“I told you last time,” she said.  “You can’t expect a guest to work while she’s here. If you invite her to a party, she’s a GUEST.”

“Fine,” he said.  “What about the Fairy Queens?”

“Do you think they’ll be insulted if they aren’t invited?”

“YES,” he said, loudly.  “If they feel snubbed, all kinds of terrible things will happen.”

“The list is endless,” she said, staring at him.  “Maybe we should just invite Death and Mother Nature.”

“Either that, or not have a party at all.”

“No party?” she mused.  “Probably a good idea.  Let’s go with that.”

He clapped his hands and finished the crust of his pie.  “This is the best part,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying every last crumb.

“You know,” she said.  “You have so many friends, we can’t invite them all to our house at the same time.  Maybe a man who has that many friends, means a lot to others and leaving all of them, would cause them some measure of pain.”

“I’m retiring,” he said flatly.

“It was worth a try,” she snickered.

“You’re a wily one, even after all these eons.”

“Admit it, that’s what you love about me,” she said.

“Well, Babe, it’s one of the things.”

 

 

 

 

The chicklets wish you a Happy New Year…starting right now (story below)

The New Year’s Party was wonderful.  The Stage Crew finally got Cricket off the ceiling by popping the balloons, one at a time, until she was low enough to grab. When she was asked how she liked being up so high all day and night, she said, “I loved it.  I could see EVERYTHING.” The chicklets thought she was outstanding.

The Poetry Club, above, received a standing ovation, as did the tumblers.  The warming bunnies hopped to a hip-hop song written by a lovely Dutch bunny who just came to The Coop two months ago.

Two of the chicklets wore gowns designed by Resa and Holly sent her usual truck load of food which delighted the chicklets and the hens.  They said Holly makes the best corn bread they have ever had.  And that’s saying a lot.

Two of the horses stood on their back legs and turned in a circle.  Then they neighed a short song and took a bow.  It was amazing and they surprised everyone, since they had kept their act a secret.  One of the chicklets got on stage and showed everyone how to knit.  There was a lot of flapping and chirping for her act, since she is almost brand new and this was her first party.  The Vocal Club peeped several songs in harmony and everyone danced to the songs the DJ played.  There was also a sing-a-long and lots of games.

Gondola rides, around the Rubber Duck Pond, were a popular treat and the goats took everyone for hayrides in the carts.

The chicklets are hoping humans will be kinder to animals in the New Year. That they will eating them, hunting them and using them for clothing.  That they will stop experimenting on them or forcing them into Factory Farms.  That is their only wish.

Those rescued guests, who were still in the Hospital Wing, were read and sung to by chicklets.  They were also surrounded by Warming Bunnies, who snuggled around them and sent them warmth, love and healing energy.

A huge pajama party was the final event of the evening, or morning, actually.

Today the chicklets will begin the clean up, and start working on the Valentine’s Day Bash and the Art Gallery sets.  They have a lot of ideas and Cricket said she would wear the balloons again, if they thought it was a good idea.

 

New Year’s…a short story

“It’s a brand New Year,” he said, throwing confetti at her.

“And?”

“We get to start over.”

“We get to start over every second of our lives,” she said, staring at him.  “Didn’t you know that?”

“This is different,” he said, excitedly. “I mean it’s a NEW year.”

“You’re so weird,” she laughed, shaking the confetti from her hair.

“It matters.  It’s like having all new stuff.”

“Nothing really changes.”

“Why are you not getting this?”

“I bought you new socks,” she said, handing him a package.

“See, NEW stuff.”

“What if we were out and having a great time and didn’t know what time it was?  Would you know the new year had arrived?”

“Yes.”

“No you wouldn’t.  You don’t even know what time it is when you’re paying attention,” she said.

“Not true.  I would feel it.”

“Would not.”

“Would too.”

She laughed.  “So all the problems in the world can be reset at midnight, is that what you’re saying?”

“Um, not exactly.  I’m saying we can LOOK at the problems of the world in new ways because it’s a new year.”

“Want a brownie?”

“Yes, please,” he said reaching for a plate.  “How can you just stick the entire brownie in your mouth and eat it all at once?”  he asked, waiting for her answer until she swallowed.

“First of all, it’s chocolate.  Second, I cut them very tiny, just so I could do that.”

“Will you marry me?”

“No.  Why should we get married?”

He shrugged.  “I don’t know.  Seems like the right thing to do.”

“I think marriage is going the way of the dinosaurs.”

“No it isn’t.”

“If we don’t get married, we can’t get divorced.  Besides, we already have a toaster, so we don’t need gifts from anyone.”

“Really?”

“What?”

“I bought this beautiful ring for you,” he said, opening the tiny box.

“It really is beautiful.  Is it okay if we just stay engaged forever?”

“Mmmm I’m going to say yes, for now.  But we can revisit that decision every New Year’s Eve.”

“Revisit?” she said, breaking into hysterics.

“It’s not that funny.”

She snorted and nodded, “Yes, it is,” she wheezed.  “You never use words like that.”

“So are we engaged for a year?”

“Sure,” she said, catching her breath.  “But if you find someone you like better, I won’t hold you to it.”

“Why do you do that to me?”

“Do what?”

“Not take me seriously.”

“I am taking you seriously, I just got engaged to you,” she said.  “I just want you to know that…”

“…that what?”

“That there are probably nicer people out there than I am, that’s all.”

“You drive me crazy, you know that, don’t you?”

“See, that’s what I mean.  I DO drive you crazy.”

“Unfortunately that’s what I love most about you.  Everyone else is so boring.”

That’s when she slammed him into the wall and proved that being a little crazy isn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Another year for everyone to CREATE wonderful things…

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Have a fabulous New Year’s Eve…party, stay home…whatever, just enjoy yourself.

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