July 30, 2013 – I woke up at the crack of dawn, so excited about today’s adventure. Yesterday, I went online and with the birthday money I received from my Aunt Bessie, rented a Vespa scooter so my best friend, Sawyer and I could take a day trip to Boston. I was dressed with my backpack and colander helmet already in place when I woke Sawyer up from a dead sleep. She fussed a bit about leaving the safety of the chicken yard and I had to wait while she took her curlers out, but then I slapped a half of a hollowed out watermelon on her head and we were off. The scooter was a deep purple and I laughed carelessly into the highway wind thinking that Sawyer and I must look like we’re riding a motorized eggplant. Sawyer spent most of the trip screaming into my ears as I have never before driven a scooter and was, in her opinion, a bit erratic in my navigational abilities. What is it that the kids are saying these days? You only live once? “YOLO, Sawyer!” I blew into the air. I don’t think she heard me because horns were honking all over the place. Crazy people with cameras were snapping pictures of us left and right. It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing. Had they never seen hens before? We made it safely to the Public Gardens and took a wonderful ride upon the Swan Boats. We walked the Freedom Trail and ate lunch at Cheers in Faneuil Hall. We started home just before the sun began to set. I had a blast swerving in and out of commuter traffic, while Sawyer was a complete wreck. She was hanging on to my neck so tightly, that I started to see stars. A couple of hours later and I was cutting the engine just above our driveway and coasting the Vespa into the yard where I hid it behind the smelly bush. Mom was just coming around to close us in for the night. When she got to our coop, she stopped and stared at me and Sawyer. “What, pray tell, have the two of you been up to today?” At first I thought she smelled exhaust fumes on us until I caught our reflection in the window. My head feathers were sticking up all over the place from having poked through the holes in my colander helmet and Sawyer was still wearing what was left of her watermelon hat. Thankfully, Mom just laughed and wished us a pleasant sleep. What a fantastic day!
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