Lazy Days of Winter

Do you remember the story about the mother hen? The one where the mother hen worked very hard to make fresh, homemade bread for her family? The short version goes something like this:




Once upon a time there was a mother hen who wanted to bake some fresh bread. None of her offspring would contribute anything to the process of making the fresh bread. You know, planting the wheat, chopping it down, grinding it into flour, blah blah blah. When it was all said and done, the mother hen told the children they could not have some of her freshly baked bread. She told them they didn’t help her make it, so they could not partake of the bread. The little hens became very sad. The mother hen then changed her mind and allowed the small to have some of her very fine bread.



This is my story:



Once upon a time, in a land far, far away(in Tennessee) there lived a mother hen who worked two jobs. At first, her baby hens were very mindful to help out around the house. They would clean, take out the garbage, wash dishes, and various other household chores.



As time passed by, the children began to help out less and less around the house. Yet the mother was STILL working two jobs. The laundry piled up so much that the mother had to wear dirty clothes to work. The bathroom hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. Dishes were in the living room. The floor hadn’t seen a vacuuming in quite a while. This turn of events stressed out the mother hen. She began to feel frazzled and even wrote about it on her blog. Pretty soon payday rolled around. The children, I mean baby hens (chicks?)….came running to the mother hens with their little grubby hands opened, wanting some of that cold, hard cash. Guess what the mother hen did. She calmly looked at her lazy offspring and then said, “Sorry SUCKAS!!!!!! You ain’t getting any of this loot”. Then she went out and bought herself a new outfit and treated herself to lunch, leaving the sad, lazy, miscreant children at home. The End.



No, really, she didn’t change her mind and give the children some of her hard earned cash. She spent it ALL on herself.