NORMAN — Chicks colored for spring often become pets. The beginning of spring for many families is the arrival of a big box of yellow baby chicks.
The minute the box comes, everyone wants to open it. Marcy, who is six, can’t wait. “Oh, my!” she exclaims. Her mom rushes in. “Look and don’t touch,” she tells Marcy. Without warning, Marcy dumps the chicks out on the floor.
“Marcy!” mom says.
“Well, they didn’t like that ugly box,” Marcy replies.
Mom sighs. She finally gets all the chicks back in the box. Meantime, Marcy sulks.
A day later Marcy puts some chicks in her doll park. Mom retrieves them from the tiny slide and swing. She puts her arm around Marcy.
“I think you’d better learn how to take care of the chicks in their hutch,” Mom tells her. “No more chicks riding around in dolls’ super cars. OK?”
Sammy is watching baby Bantam chicks under the large umbrella of metal.
“They aren’t yellow, Daddy!” he finally cries out.
His dad holds a rust-colored chick in his palm and lets Sammy pet it with one finger.
“They’re supposed to be this color,” he tells him. “But when they grow up they’ll have bright and shiny feathers.”
“Do you think they will follow me around?” Sammy says.
“As long as you take care of them,” he replies
His Dad goes inside the house for a few minutes. When he returns, there’s a huge bowl of cereal in the chicken coup.
“I fed them, Dad!” Sammy says.
Dad grabs the bowl.
“I just brought you their food,” he says. “Don’t give them anything else.”
In no time, the Bantams follow Sammy around the yard.
“What’s the stick for?” his Dad says.
“I’m their shepherd,” Sammy replies. “I need a stick to chase away the lions and tigers.”