This is Pocatello, ID, a little town now. People have moved out. The industry left. They could not make much profit there so they left. It’s summertime, 1955. She is a sibling from a big family. You can tell because her tights are too big so they must be a hand down.
I see a poodle on the right hand side. She looks kind of sassy. Let’s name her Sassy. Sassy is feeding that bird. It’s a chicken. It’s a young lady. She does not want to get too close to that chicken. She also has a switch in her hand. She will chase them out of the yard, I guarantee you. I think it is a goose. This could be a chicken/goose. Sassy is trying to get out the eggs.
Let’s call the chicken, ‘Dinner.” Come here Dinner, Dinner, Dinner! The chicken/goose could be named Confucius. A chicken/goose Confucius. The chicken is laying an egg. It’s a goose, not a chicken!
By looking at the girl’s skinny legs, she’s getting ready to eat that there chicken! I will tell you one thing. There were 3 geese in the road at my grandmother’s house. They were dangerous animals and would go after you, me and him.
I would hear a goose sound, the moo cow sound in the dark building, a call for dinner, a goose farting (demonstrates sound) and a dinner bell. I would smell cow manure, beans, straw, hay, chicken butt, barn wood and geese.
Sassy is going to become grey. She is going to be an activist against the making of Chicken Mcnuggets. She’s going to be a big girl. She’s going to move out to the city. Sassy is 11 years old. She has a family, other kids and chickens. A sophomore raisin waiting to be eaten. The family is feeding the chickens. They are all going to have breakfast because before you eat you feed the animals. She’s happy cause her family is all together. She’s looking for something to do afterwards. Maybe she’ll go to eat some ice cream. Just noticed she has eggs tucked up in her apron.
Created by male storytellers in a VA dementia care community. 28 August 2017