May 12, 2014 – It was such a beautiful morning, that after we laid our eggs, Sawyer, Peaches, Charlotte, Addie and I took a stroll down the road to the library. Wilma was going to come with us, but she is taking a must needed dust bath.
Sawyer and I have become old hats at using the library, having made friends with the nice woman at the circulation desk, Lola. We thought it would be great to visit with her and learn what we can about Nova Scotia. We should know as much as possible so as not to look ill-informed when we visit there later this month. For instance, where is Canada? Is it near Connecticut? Are all the places that start with “C” next to each other in the world? Do chickens in Nova Scotia speak with an accent? (Wait a minute… does Dumpling speak with an accent? Now I can’t remember!)
We were still coming up with questions in need of answers when we reached the library doors. I glanced through the glass and let out a sigh.
“What’s wrong,” asked Charlotte.
“It’s not Lola behind the desk. It’s the woman who’s afraid of talking chickens.”
“Oh, no!” Sawyer exclaimed. “That’s it then. Let’s go home.”
“Wait a minute,” Addie cut in. “The library is a public entity and we represent the public. I didn’t walk all this way to be turned around at the door! I’m going in. Now who’s coming with me?”
“I am,” Charlotte pronounced firmly.
“Me, too,” said Peaches.
Sawyer and I looked at one another and shrugged.
“There’s safety in numbers,” I whispered to her as the other three opened wide the twin doors and marched confidently toward the librarian with the chicken phobia.
At first she didn’t see us, so Peaches rang the bell that was on the counter. The woman, who I could see by the name plate in front of her, was named, Eunice, slowly turned and greeted us with a big smile. Then she clasped her hand over her mouth, squeaked like a mouse and fell backwards into her chair.
“Here we go again,” Sawyer mumbled under her breath.
Charlotte was having none of it and took charge.
“I can see that you are having a moment of panic,” the Orpington reasoned diplomatically handing the woman a brown paper bag from her purse.
“We’ll leave you to your cleansing breaths if you could just point us in the direction of the travel resources – we’re looking for books about Nova Scotia, to be more precise.”
Eunice’s eyes were getting larger by the minute but Charlotte stood her ground. A long, shaking arm finally appeared over the counter pointing us in the right direction. Charlotte thanked her and left without another word.
We were captivated by all the books on tourism and quickly became lost in thought as we traveled the world one page at a time. We found the ones about Canada and set them aside to check out and bring home. But then, Peaches found a picture book about China, and Addie and Charlotte were transfixed by the tropical vistas in a vacation guide of the South Seas. Peaches couldn’t stop reading all she could get her hands on about the wild ponies of Chincoteague Island. Sawyer read about the lavender and poppy fields of Provence, and I… I was leaning comfortably against a bookcase picturing myself singing atop an Alpine mountain like Julie Andrews. The hours must have flown by, because before we knew it, the library lights were being shut off and the front door, locked.
I raced to catch Eunice before she drove away. Oh, she saw me alright. How could she not? I had flung myself spread eagle against the glass, pleading for her to come back and let us out. I could see her through the windshield. Her mouth was a wide open and she was screaming. Her tires smoked and squealed as she backed out of her parking space and tore away into the night.
So this is where we sit. I called Tim and Wilma to let them know where we are and what happened. They offered to tell Mom, but I told them not to bother her. She has enough to handle with the ducklings and chicks without having to rescue us. Plus, I didn’t want to jeopardize our upcoming vacation. She could refuse to let us go if she thinks we’re not trustworthy. Tim said he would cover for us and I told him we’d be home as soon as they re-open the library in the morning.
I’m so glad that Charlotte and Addie carry flashlights in their purses. We’re off to explore what the library has to offer after dark. Oooooh – I just gave myself the chills!