The Easter
story 2015.
Cchwnn.
Kingsville,tx.
Hello again I am Bill Dian wishing everyone a great holiday, but for now here
is our “the Easter story, I didn’t mean it”.
It started
out like usually, and a typical holiday, but this year was different. I had
everything I wanted until that one Easter I was giving a painted little
chicken. Wow my own little chicken painted in a bright red yellow color, making
it look like those plastic little chickens at the store.
I was so
excited I picked that pretty little colored baby chicken and hugged it as hard as
I could and held it as close as I could to my heart and told myself I will
never let it go. Well you see that’s
where I found out that holding a little colored baby chicken shouldn’t be
hugged as hard as you can nor held as tight to your heart as you can never the
less forever.
Well I buried
that poor little color baby chicken the one I hugged so hard and held it close
to my heart as hard as I could in the back yard. Never again I told myself will
I hold anything as close as I can. So maybe that is why even today, I refuse to
hug
things as hard as I can, nor as close to my heart as I can. I learned my lesson
that small things can be hurt and wind up buried in my back yard along with
some many other things.
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