what’s been happening.) And today? Today…Well, I was really scared. But I think things are okay now. So if you’re out there somewhere, looking out for me, like you always said you always would, thank you.
I hope that lady never comes back.
I hope Mom and Dad aren’t too mad. I know I have to tell them about Henrietta.
Te quiero,
Soficita
PS I was talking to Gregory, our mailman, yesterday about how I write you letters sometimes because I miss you. He said he misses his grandmothers too. He told me that some people send messages to their dead families by burning their letters (very carefully, and not inside barns—he was very clear about that), or putting them in a special place on a special day. He didn’t know of any ways for the dead to send letters back. But, when I asked if there could be ways he didn’t know about, he said, “There are more things in heaven and earth, Sophie Brown, than are dreamt of in our philosophies.” Mom laughed when I told her and said Gregory knows his Shakespeare. But I liked the way it sounded. Gregory has a deep voice, and he kind of boomed it out, not yelling, but strong. It wasn’t scary, but it still gave me goose bumps.
PPS I still wish you could write to me, though.
June 15, 2014
Mr. James Brown
Wherever you are now
Dear Great-Uncle Jim,
When I went out to the henhouse this morning, the padlock was rattling and rattling, and Henrietta was squawking her head off. Good thing I get up early now.
It was pretty obvious that Henrietta doesn’t know how to open padlocks on her own. So I went to borrow some of your tools from the barn.
I sort of put the tip of the screwdriver where the loop went into the lock, and then hit the end of the screwdriver with the hammer. The screwdriver slipped, and I hit my thumb really hard and the lock stayed locked. I did this more times than I’d like to tell you about. Maybe that lady had been watching too much TV, and only thought she had a good plan.
Meanwhile, Henrietta was still freaking out, and I couldn’t blame her because she probably didn’t have any food or water left, and my parents were going to be mad if I wasn’t at breakfast.
My mom always says when things are really bad, stop and think your hardest, because most people don’t think at all under those circumstances and then they make things worse. So I tried. I walked all the way around the henhouse before I noticed something important.
Turns out, it’s easier to unscrew door hinges than it is to break locks. It’s quiet, and it goes pretty fast, even if you have the wrong size screwdriver. You might have to unscrew the latch too, and wiggle everything a lot, but you can probably make it work.
Henrietta stuck her head out the door as soon as I got it off. She gave me a hard look, first with one eye and then with the other, and fluffed out her feathers. Then she hopped down on the ground, turned her back on me, and started scratching up the dirt. Once she got busy with that, she stopped squawking and started making her little chortling noises again. I think she’s fine now.
I’ll let you know what my parents say. Right now, I have to go—I promised Dad I’d make him breakfast for Father’s Day. All we have is oatmeal, but I will make him a smiley face with brown sugar. He likes that. Someday, maybe I can cook him some eggs from my own chicken.
Love,
Sophie
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dear sophie,
Xxxxxhenrietta is a bantam white legxxhorn. you know why shes unusual. Yes feed her layer crumble seeds etc. gather xeggs every day 777a7nd rrefrigerate for at least a week -no chicks. do keep her safe. look out for jims 6 other chickensn. don’t put normal chickens with her, and no roosters. catch the black one too x-cochinxx.
agnes
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