Legacy

Farmer Jones had a whiskey-making still right next to his chicken house. The still had sprung a small leak and was dripping into the chicken’s watering trough.  Rodney Rooster and all the hens had been drinking from it and were merrily staggering all over the place.

About that time Henry Chicken Hawk came flying over and thought, “My,  look at the easy pickings.   They can’t even walk straight, let alone run.”  Since flying was hard work, Henry thought he’d have a drink before selecting his lunch. Guess what Henry drank from. Yep that’s right, the spiked watering trough.

Soon Henry was staggering all over also. He bumped into Rodney and said, “Hi ya!  What’s up, ol’ buddy?”   Rodney said, “Not much, ol’ chum.”  The next thing anyone knew, Rodney and Henry, wing-in-wing, were staggering all over singing, “For he’s a jolly good fellow, and how dry I am.”  This merriment went on for a while until they both fell down, soused to the gills.

About the time that it was all wearing off and Rodney and Henry were waking up, Farmer Jones came along.   He took one look at Henry Chicken Hawk and said to himself, “I have been after that no good hawk for a long time.”  Farmer Jones grabbed Henry and threw him in a cage until he could get his shotgun.

When he came back, there stood Rodney Rooster on top of the cage pleading for Henry’s life.  Farmer Jones was so surprised–a chicken pleading for a hawk?  It must be an omen.  So he let Henry go.

After that Henry no longer ate chickens.  He was no longer a chicken hawk, he was a chicken guardian.  It’s nice to have friends in high places.