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Little Prairie HEN!

I like this story. The fact a little hen made bread all by herself, she is a winner. The first folktale I heard as a child. My Grandma is my little prairie hen. I needed a female winner, a mother hen, warm and cozy.

We did have the prairie birds on the Alpine Meadows of Colorado, especially at Harzel Flats, we drove through to go fishin'. Grandma Bessie walked behind a coverwagon from Indiana to Limon, Colorado.

Now she lived in Colorado Springs close our home.
My brother and I  walked from our house on 18th Street across a long field to 26th Street to visit Grandma Bessie. We ventured through the disabled train terminal. Trains once traveled up Pike Peak to Cripple Creek to pick up gold then down the mountain to the Golden Cycle Mill, which was abandon and up on sandhill behind our house. We live by Fountain Creek that flowed below the gold mill. What fun we had exploring the creek and old mill!

By the time we got to grandma's house, she had baked fresh bread for us, and we had many stories to tell her. When we arrived, mean, cranky step-grandpa was in his rocking chair demanding, and Grandma served him. He saved her and her four children when her husband died when my mom was six. My Grandma had a garden, cherry, and apple trees, a pond full of fish, chickens, a goat, lots of cats, and six children. She made her bread in a wooden stove and had a water pump in her kitchen. She did all this herself.

When we have a cause, we might think too hard for us, some of us ask for help and are turned down by some. The prairie hen is not upset and does what she must in order to make life easier for her and her chicks. She has a friend to help Mrs. Mouse.

I figured if Grandma Bessie could do these in her world, her granddaughter can in my world. Now on with the compiling the versions, I realize the male voice, dominate in my youth.  I've rewritten and re-image and understand by these stories sang.

Read Bubble #1 and Bubble #3, read on wattpad.
The  PDF with the story of Prairie Hen will be posted later, all the correction and stories, a week for each would be better.

X-ing a STORY? Cock and Hen

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COCK and HEN

 X-ING the act of crossing out something not liked, not good, not understood, not useful, or just -->  X


Some stories just don't fit the storyteller- and the Cock and the Hen is one for me.

 
A cock and the hen go to nut mountain with the agreement
each will divide the nut with the other.
Hen eats hers, and the big kernel sticks in her throat.
She asks the cock to get water.
The brook says it needs red silk before he will give the cock the water.
Cock gets the red silk after he fetches the bride’s garland from the tree.
By the time he takes the water to the hen she has died.
The cock grieves.

Six mice build a cart and pull the hen.
A fox talks to the cock and asks to follow.
Wolf, bear, stag, lion and all the beasts followed from the woods.
They come to a brook.
A straw lays itself across the stream but slips and the mice tumble and drown.
Coal lays across the stream but hisses and dies.
Stone touch by pity lays across the stream. Cock drew the dead hen across.
When drawing the others across, the cart turns over and all drown.
Cock builds a mound for the hen.
Then he lamented so sore that at last he dies.
And so they are all dead together.

Do you have any ideal what this story means or is talking about, or just guess, leave your comments below. Check my musing on wattpad for my take on the story.

The Little Prairie Hen

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The folktale the Little RED Hen is important.

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She is able, assured, adaptive, ambitious, assertive, astonished by her accomplishment to achieve abundance. In my story of Little Prairie Hen, she solves her problem and helps others, who are not willing to help her.

As a child, the only stories I heard were fishing and hunting stories told by my dad and what my mom told about her relations. So, I made up my stories as everyone else did. In Junior High, I went to the library on my bike with a friend (that's another story) and checked out every fairytale book the library had. The Little Red Hen is one of my favorites. A story of 'getting it done' if you must do so yourself with or without friends.

Listening to the story, you will hear what all good storytellers do is enhanced, re-imaged, elaborate, re-image and embroidered, which is enhanced, as I did with The Prairie Hen.  I saw these birds as my dad drove across the Alpine plains of Colorado near Harzel Flats.

This hen is my 'Little Hen That Could' and also my Grandma Bessie, whom I loved.