This is in Europe, France, in the henhouse. It could be Australia. It’s in autumn or spring. She is wearing stockings. It could be summer. It’s in the morning. She is feeding the chickens. Her name is Rosalene. It’s like a scene in the war, on occupied country. There are other chickens around. The big white chickens name is Tilly. Tilly is waiting for food. She’s a hungry chicken. WE can hear cock a doodle do. What if it’s duck, quack, quack, quack or perhaps it’s a roster with its’ comb on it its’ head. We can hear cheep, cheep, cheep from the little chicken. Rosalene’s mother is calling out to her to hurry as they are going out. She’s holding her apron up as there is seed in there. She and her family are going on holiday. When she grows up Rosaleen will become a farmers’ girl. She may want to leave the farm behind for the city and its bright lights- PARIS. She is calling the chooks out to feed them. She is happy and feeling free. She looks pleasant. After the chooks finish the food she goes off to school. She comes home to feed the chickens again. Maybe her parents would feed the chickens if she wasn’t there.
This story was created by Assimo, Daphne, George, Bill, Darrielle, Harry and Rosetta in the rehabilitation unit of Calvary Hospital on 18 February 2014.