CHICK-A-PICK

Chick-a-pick lived in a round white house with shining walls. All

about him was white soft food; he floated at the end of a ball of

yellow food. He himself was only a speck. Have you found out yet that

his house was an egg?

He grew bigger, for Hen-Mother sat over him day and night, cuddling him

under her warm breast. Every day she turned his egg-house over so that

he should grow evenly. Each time she did that he floated from the

bottom of the egg-house to the top, to be near the warm Hen-Mother.

This kept him moving, and made him grow strong. As he grew he used up

the white food and the yellow food, till by-and-by there was no food

left in the house, but only Chick-a-pick. Have you found out yet that

Chick-a-pick was a chicken?

One day he wished to come out. He tapped on the inside wall. "Peck

hard," called his mother. "I will help you from the outside."

Chick-a-pick pecked hard with his little new beak. Hen-Mother pecked

softly with her big strong beak, and presently a hole was made. Out

popped Chick-a-pick's head. "Cheep!" he said.

"Well done, little son," said his mother. "Now push with your

shoulders and break the shell."

He pushed and pushed with his little new shoulders, till crack! went

the shell in halves. Out he stepped. Have you found out yet that

Chick-a-pick was strong?

"You are the first. Cuddle under my wings till your brothers and

sisters come out," said the Hen-Mother.

"Cheep! cheep! cheep!" went the brothers and sisters one after the

other. Chick-a-pick listened and watched from his snug corner.

"Now we are all here," said the Hen-Mother at last. "Cluck! cluck!

cluck! What a fine brood you are! Yellow and black and white, and all

covered with the softest, prettiest down I ever saw. How dainty your

toes are! How bright are your eyes!"

She led them out for a little walk. "Cluck! cluck! cluck!" she said.

"See--here is soft food spread for you. Cluck! cluck! You may have it

all. I shall not eat till you are satisfied. I could not bear my

chickens to go hungry. Cluck! cluck! Eat plenty. Eat plenty."

Have you found out yet how kind Hen-Mother was?

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