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Mrs. Hen, the kind old dame,
Always dresses just the same;
She talks all day about her joys
And lays nice eggs for girls and boys.
"To chicken out" is an idiom referring to a persons cowardice or it could be used to mean a person no longer wishes to participate in something unpleasant.
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MRS. DORKING AND THE UNLUCKY NUMBER
I wonder what they're for, and why there are thirteen of them," said Mrs. Dorking.
As she said this she looked down at a lot of nice eggs which some one had placed in her nest. Mrs. Dorking, you must know, was a hen, and a young one too (indeed it seemed only a day or so since folks had been calling her a chicken), and so she could not be expected to know all the things that married folks know.
"Thirteen!" she said again. "The very idea of anyone putting thirteen eggs in my nest. We all know that is an unlucky number, and - "
But just then Mrs. Cochin came in and heard what Mrs. Dorking was saying. Now Mrs. Cochin was an older hen and had been married a year or two, so she knew all about housekeeping.
"The eggs are for you," she said. "You sit on them and keep them as warm as you can, and by-and-by a cute little chicken will come out of every egg. And as for the number thirteen, you must know that with eggs for hatching it's different from other things, and thirteen is the luckiest number of all. Take my word for it, Mrs. Dorking, and never sit on an even number of eggs, such as ten or twelve, but make it either eleven or thirteen and you will surely have pretty, healthy children."
So Mrs. Dorking sat down on the eggs and made them as warm as ever she could. But after a few days she became tired and fretful. . "It is no fun," she said, "to be shut up by yourself for weeks in a gloomy room. I'd much rather be out scraping worms."
"Yes," said Mrs. Cochin," "but in this world everyone has to do things one doesn't like to do. There are Mr. and Mrs. Robin, for instance, who work so hard building their nest that, they simply fall asleep over their supper every night, but they do it all the same, or they'd have no home for their children when they come. You hatch out those eggs like a sensible hen, and in a few weeks' time you'll be glad you've done it."
So Mrs. Dorking settled down once more, feeling very rebellious, if the truth must be told.
But one day a curious thing occurred. Suddenly there was a funny little tapping that seemed to come from down below, and, looking down, she saw that one of the eggs had a crack right across it. "Good gracious!" she exclaimed, "I've actually broken one of them in spite of all my care." Then suddenly an idea occurred to her.
"Oh, oh!" she exclaimed excitedly, "I wonder if perhaps they're hatching?" And in response there came another tap-tapping, and after that the tapping went on at intervals, and then "Peep, peep " went a tiny little voice,- and then "Peep, peep" went another. She lookea down all the closer so as to keep the eggs just as warm as ever she could.
And soon there were six little fluffy heads poking out from underneath her wings. "Peep, peep! Please let us go out," they cried.
But she stayed on her nest till the thirteen chicks were hatched.
The first day she appeared with her family in the Farmyard, you should have heard the nice things which the other Farmyard Folk said about them. It made Mis. Dorking proud and repaid her for all her waiting.
"Well, I declare!" she said joyfully to Mrs. Cochin. "That number thirteen is lucky, after all." Henry Altemus Company.
As she said this she looked down at a lot of nice eggs which some one had placed in her nest. Mrs. Dorking, you must know, was a hen, and a young one too (indeed it seemed only a day or so since folks had been calling her a chicken), and so she could not be expected to know all the things that married folks know.
"Thirteen!" she said again. "The very idea of anyone putting thirteen eggs in my nest. We all know that is an unlucky number, and - "
But just then Mrs. Cochin came in and heard what Mrs. Dorking was saying. Now Mrs. Cochin was an older hen and had been married a year or two, so she knew all about housekeeping.
"The eggs are for you," she said. "You sit on them and keep them as warm as you can, and by-and-by a cute little chicken will come out of every egg. And as for the number thirteen, you must know that with eggs for hatching it's different from other things, and thirteen is the luckiest number of all. Take my word for it, Mrs. Dorking, and never sit on an even number of eggs, such as ten or twelve, but make it either eleven or thirteen and you will surely have pretty, healthy children."
So Mrs. Dorking sat down on the eggs and made them as warm as ever she could. But after a few days she became tired and fretful. . "It is no fun," she said, "to be shut up by yourself for weeks in a gloomy room. I'd much rather be out scraping worms."
"Yes," said Mrs. Cochin," "but in this world everyone has to do things one doesn't like to do. There are Mr. and Mrs. Robin, for instance, who work so hard building their nest that, they simply fall asleep over their supper every night, but they do it all the same, or they'd have no home for their children when they come. You hatch out those eggs like a sensible hen, and in a few weeks' time you'll be glad you've done it."
So Mrs. Dorking settled down once more, feeling very rebellious, if the truth must be told.
But one day a curious thing occurred. Suddenly there was a funny little tapping that seemed to come from down below, and, looking down, she saw that one of the eggs had a crack right across it. "Good gracious!" she exclaimed, "I've actually broken one of them in spite of all my care." Then suddenly an idea occurred to her.
"Oh, oh!" she exclaimed excitedly, "I wonder if perhaps they're hatching?" And in response there came another tap-tapping, and after that the tapping went on at intervals, and then "Peep, peep " went a tiny little voice,- and then "Peep, peep" went another. She lookea down all the closer so as to keep the eggs just as warm as ever she could.
And soon there were six little fluffy heads poking out from underneath her wings. "Peep, peep! Please let us go out," they cried.
But she stayed on her nest till the thirteen chicks were hatched.
The first day she appeared with her family in the Farmyard, you should have heard the nice things which the other Farmyard Folk said about them. It made Mis. Dorking proud and repaid her for all her waiting.
"Well, I declare!" she said joyfully to Mrs. Cochin. "That number thirteen is lucky, after all." Henry Altemus Company.
Additional Links to Articles/Crafts/Videos About Roosters:
- Chicken Breeds
- Barnyard Paper Dolls to Color
- Sculpting and painting a rainbow of colored eggs...
- "The Pond" by Jane Taylor - poem
- "Nest Eggs" by Robert Lewis Stevenson
- Craft hopper feeders for your doll's hens and chicks
- DIY Broody Hens with Homemade Pom-poms
- The Hen and Her Eggs
- Hatching Hen Eggs
- Flock Management On The Farm
- How to craft pom-pom hens or chickens
How to Fold A Hen Paper Chain
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| Two important tips to remember: the longer the paper the more often the design repeats. The thinner the paper, the easier it is to cut. |
Directions:
- Measure the length and height of your template in order to determine how much paper you will need before folding it.
- Use and accordion fold to prepare the paper before cutting.
- Trace the design so that two sides touch opposite each other along the folds of the paper.
- Cut away the negative spaces around your design.
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| The sample of a hen paper chain. |
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| The paper hen template. |
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