It is in a chook house like a stable somewhere in the country. It is in my hands. It is midday coming into summer. It is a school morning and it could be winter. She is a nice little girl. Her name is Peta. There are chooks all around and she is feeding the chooks. The chooks are waiting for something to eat and are waiting for an egg to drop. The chooks name is Bertha Shirley. You would hear a chook cackle, cock a doodle do, cock a doodle do,cock a doodle do,cock a doodle do,cock a doodle do. The little girl keeps hiding and you could smell the chooks. The smell of the animals depends on how many there are. She would have a family, they would be telling her not to cross the road. They are a bit lazy and would be crying. Babies like crying. She would grow up to be a lady, she might grow up to be someone looking after the chickens. She is going in to cook tea and she asks us all in for dinner. She is going to cook a chook. It is alright, we tell how much we enjoy her meal. She is doing alright. Having the chicken for dinner we need a bigger chook.
This story was created by Roma, Valerie, Monica, Marlene and Joe in the Carinya Dementia Unit on 4th July 2013.