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Many people ask: “What’s Fresh Feathered Eggs all about?”
To best answer that, we’ve included some sneak peek excerpts. Take a quick read and you are sure to enjoy the humor, the action, and the love. We look forward to sharing our fresh-feathered eggs with you!!! Enjoy.
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—John & George
Mom, I Saved The Car
This was the five year old’s first white-knuckle ride. What if he wrecked the car? What would Mom say? We were just playing…. His eyes darted to the pedals far down on the floorboards. If only he could stop the car like Dad. Yikes, here comes a tree! With a jerk he steered left, missing a small hackberry...almost. Branches screeched along the right side, scratching the black paint from fender to fender.
With a jolt and more chafing, the car rocked and tipped side to side across some two-foot high buckbrush. READ MORE
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Is that Your Toe?
“Isn't this a good looking shoe, George? Now let's test it for fit." shoe seller Bill Knostman said. He pushed down on the end of the shoe and asked, "Is that your toe?" George looked up and to the right and then rolled his eyes to the left. He couldn’t be sure. The stiff leather had no give. Could he feel Mr. Knostman's finger pushing on his toe, swimming in there? "Yeah, maybe it is," George said at last and without confidence. "Well…I think so…maybe…I guess….” "What do you mean, you guess?" his Mom asked. "You should know if it's your toe he's pushing on. What's the matter with you?" READ MORE
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Number Two!
Then it hit him—a feeling of panic and other things. “Ah….” I need a bathroom, and in a hurry, he thought. Number Two! He jumped from the swing and quick-stepped to the school door and started down the stairs toward restrooms, locker rooms, and gymnasium. Halfway down, he heard voices. They came from the boys’ locker room. The football team is suiting up for practice, he thought. And I have to go by them to get to the toilet. He tip toed down a few more steps. But, what if they see me and make fun of me? At the door, he held his breath and slowly pulled it part way open. Screeeeech! READ MORE
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Hard to Beat Central Heat
“That’s gotta be enough! Put too much in and you’ll burn the school down,” George said, regretting their job of preheating the single 25-by 50 foot, one-room school before classes started.
“Aw, a little kerosene never hurt anybody. Besides this is a big stove. Nothing is going to blow it up,” Freddy said. He poured in more kerosene. “That ought to do it. It’ll catch the first time for sure.”
“Hand me six or eight of those,” he said, nodding toward the large box of Diamond wooden matches, resting as always, on the end of the chalk tray along the wall. Man-o-man, eyebrow-less George thought, he’s going to burn us up! I’m getting to the far side of the teacher’s desk. Then remembering the careless miner from last Saturday’s movie, he said, “The explosion is going to blow you straight up...maybe through the roof!” READ MORE
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The Prairie View From Prairie View
From our school’s concrete steps, the Kansas Flint Hills prairie stretched—and moved—in all directions. The grass moved, the wild flowers moved, and the wheat fields moved, ebbing and flowing like an ocean. Even the continuous rows of Osage Orange fence posts—to us at least—seemed to be on the march. One after another, up and down the hills in single file, they separated one farmer’s cows from another’s.
Peaceful trees, large and small, lined the roads, and milkweed and buckbrush clogged the fencerows. Plants and grasses sparkled in the brilliant sun beneath the bright blue of God’s great high-canopied sky. READ MORE
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