Thank you Papa

Orren Fox

Orren Fox › I'm 15, my name is Orren Fox. I have 38 chickens, 4 ducks and four hives of my own ...


(Francisco looks like star, doesn’t he?)

Here is what my dad told me about the night he buried Francisco. I couldn’t do it. I was too sad.

“I went out to the barn and it was peaceful and quiet. I grabbed a shovel and went out to the middle of the big field. The peach trees were in bloom and they reflected the light from the moon. Up in the sky was a very, very bright star. Was it Mars? Venus? Just a big bright star. I dug a deep hole. I put both food and water in the hole for Fancisco’s journey. I also put a little egg in the hole from one of his coop mates. It was a little egg, from the bantam cochins. The hole was deep, the stars were shining.

When I finished digging the hole I went back into the barn where Francisco lay. Guess what? The two little cochins Sugar and Lola were snuggled up next to him. They knew. They loved him too. They were right next to him, one on each side of him. I picked up Francisco gently and took him out into the cool air. I started to walk our to the field where I had dug the hole. I looked up to the sky and guess what???? The very, very bright star was gone. Gone. I knew the star had jumped down into the hole. So whenever you look up into the sky and see a bright, generous star, that is Francisco. He was an awesome bird and we were lucky to know him.”

My Papa is the best.

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