Chickens Are Like Babies…

Want a weird observation?

Take a small (about 1kg), whole, chicken.

Wash, pat dry, and remove skin. Snip off ends of wings at the joint.

Coat with seasoning mix (I used Tandaco Southern Chicken – if you want to know).

Pick up chicken underneath the wings. Notice how the little arms flop over your hands and the legs sort of hang loose.

Isn’t it disturbingly like holding a new born baby?!

It is! Yikes! It’s creepy, creepy, creepy!

What are you meant to do with an observation like that? Why have an observation like that?

Let’s play a game…try and write the nude chicken/new born baby analogy into a scene/piece of flash fiction. I would LOVE to see what you can all do!

PS I’m not really into dinner tonight, just so you know.

Bed Bugs – age 3+

“Night.”

 

“G’night.”

 

“Sleep tight.”

 

“Boys, it’s time to turn out the light.”

 

Click

 

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite!

 

“Bedbugs?”

 

“Tiny things with gnashing teeth, hairs that tickle and feet that prickle and…”

 

“Slippers!”

 

“Slippers?”

 

“Dancing slippers. They dace a jig. All night long they dance a jig. Under the doona, across the sheets, over the pillow and…”

 

“The music’s played by the Bogey Man!”

 

“The Bogey Man?”

 

“The Bogey Man and his skeleton band. His voice makes the windows rattle, his eyes make people tremble, his breath smells like dirty socks and…”

 

“He’s not real!”

 

“Are you sure? Maybe he lurks in the dark, maybe his teeth are as sharp as a shark’s, maybe his fingers are long and cold and…”

 

“Can you hear that?”

 

“Something on the stairs?”

 

“Can you hear that?”

 

“Something at the door?”

 

“Can you hear that?”

 

“Something coming in…”

 

“Hide!”

 

“Boys! It’s time to sleep. Now, goodnight!”

 

“Is there really a Bogey Man? Playing music with his skeleton band?”

 

“No, not really. Anyway, the Bogey Man is really small and can’t play any instruments at all.”

 

“Night.”

 

“G’night.”

 

“Sleep tight.”

 

“Good. Night.”

 

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

 

 

 

I’ll Never Ever Invite a Dung Beetle to Tea – 6 months +

Just a quick little rhyme to share with the littlies.

Happy reading!

 

Monkeys eat bananas and I like them too.

Dogs like a meaty bone to chew.

Caterpillars eat salad and that’s fine with me,

But I’ll never ever ever invite a dung beetle to tea!

 

Cats like fish, I like mine with chips,

Birds will share my apples and carry off the pips.

Mice can always share their cheese with me,

But I’ll never ever ever invite a dung beetle to tea!

 

Seagulls will gulp my sandwiches if there’s nothing else around.

Some pigs delight in truffles, if they can be found.

Ducks love bread when I give it for free,

But I’ll never ever ever invite a dung beetle to tea!

 

Rabbits spend all day munching carrots

And crackers are favoured by piratical parrots.

My little brother gobbles chocolates with glee,

But I’ll never ever ever invite a dung beetle to tea!

 

I’m really not a fussy eater,

And I’m sure  that they couldn’t be sweeter.

But what dung beetles eat just isn’t for me,

So I’ll never ever ever invite a dung beetle for tea!