Writing a Book

The Adventures of Laverne and Shirley
by: Amber, Addie and Bruce Becker

There once were two fancy chickens living among many in a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.

One of the chickens was white in color and cared little for the big world outside the farmhouse.  Her name was Laverne and she loved nothing more than to laze about in the sun all day long only stirring in the evening when she would eat cracked corn until it was time to perch on her bowl, tuck her beak under her wing and fall blissfully to sleep.

Now Laverne had a sister who was quite her opposite.  Her name was Shirley.  Shirley was black in color, loved Laverne more than anything but disliked life in the farmhouse very much.  All day long she would peck and complain to Laverne. 

"Look at me Laverne, I am far too fancy for this farmhouse with its woodchip floor and cruddy corn!  I belong in a big city, eating only the plumpest of worms and sleeping in a bed of golden straw!"

Then she would shake her bottom, scratch her feet on the woodchips, peck Laverne on the head and strut off to stare at the big city buildings far off in the distance.

--end part 1--