Hen House Diaries
Starlight: I love to peck my food! Peckedy peck, peck, peck, peck. I love to peck my feathers–peckedy peck.
Starlight: Hey Sunshine ! Stop pecking my pretty feathers!
Sunshine: I’m not! I’ve decided not to peck you!
Starlight: Oh, never mind!
Rosie: Hey, you guys–look! Miss Barbara’s passing out scratch for us. Let’s go!
Sunshine: You know, you don’t have to be so specific! Anyway…….me first!
Rosie: “Not so fast, Sunshine! (Running as fast as her little legs will go.) Bulk, bulk, bulk! (Translation: Out of my way, Sunshine! Miss Barbara, Miss Barbara give me some of the food first!)
Rosie: Hi, Rocket, what are you doing?
Rocket: I am digging my dirt bed for a dirt bath.
Rosie: So am I!
Rocket: OW! OW! OW!
Rosie: It’s Sunshine!
Sunshine: Move over Rocket. I want that hole, now move it! Peck, peck, peck.
Rocket: Here come Barbara.
Barbara: Hey, stop pecking Rocket!
Every night the stars shine bright like a crystal in the dark.
Moonlight like the stars light — like the sun all night.
I call the stars and they help me read in the dark night.
I call it the starlight.