October 17, 2014 – I took a stroll to the end of the driveway this afternoon to pick up the mail for Mom and say hi to Rick the mailman. Mom didn’t get anything exciting, except for the flyer from our local supermarket listing the deals for the upcoming week. Bananas are on sale. I circled them with a marker and wrote, “Please buy for your lovely hens.” I love bananas.
As I sifted through our postal delivery I came upon three postcards each addressed to me! What a thrilling surprise! The first one wanted to know if I had a leaky and damp basement. I don’t, so I tossed it in the recycling bin. The second one wanted to know if I needed replacement windows. I thought about it, and while we don’t need any in Coop #3, perhaps one of the other henhouses do. I saved the card to show the Orpingtons.
The last postcard was supersized! Evidently it was crucial that I see it. Someone by the name of Hope Ferterbest is running for a county seat and she needs ME to make it happen! I’m to show up at the polling station next month! I don’t know where she heard about me, but I am somewhat of a celebrity around these parts, so I can see why she would need my endorsement. I’m always “Happy” to help out a fan!
There’s only one problem with her request. The last time I tried to vote, I was denied based on that ridiculous, outdated criteria that all voters must be human. Unless you’re Sawyer, who last election, marched right under the striped curtain and ticked the box for playground improvements at the elementary school where we were hatched.
I have four weeks to figure out how I’m going to do this. I pinned Hope Ferterbest’s giant postcard on the bulletin board next to our roost. This may require a trip to the library to research amending the Constitution… or at the very least, our town by-laws.
The library. You know what that means. Eunice. Drat!