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Archive for July 4th, 2008

Jul
4

Today in Banty History: The Fight for Freedom

“I am happy to address you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of chickens.”





“Five score years ago, a great chicken, in whose symbolic shadow I stand today, declared all chickens to be created equal. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of banties who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. But one hundred years later, the banty still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the banty is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the banty lives on a lonely island of bird seed in the midst of a vast ocean of corn. One hundred years later, the banty is still languishing in the corners of chicken society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So I have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.”


“Now is the time to lift our flock from the quick sands of injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s chickens. This sweltering summer of the banty’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.”





“I have a dream that one day this flock will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all chickens are created equal. I have a dream that one day in chicken yards across America banties and standard-size chickens will be able to peck together at the feeding trough of brotherhood.”





“I have a dream that my little chicks will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the length of their feathers but by the content of their character.”





“And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every nesting box and every hen house, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s fowl, banties and standard-size, Domineckers and Araucanas, Buff Orpingtons and Silver Laced Wyandottes, will be able to join wings and crow in the words of the old chicken spiritual, Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!





Spartacus Luther King, “I Have A Dream” speech, as recorded in the Library of Chicken Congress

*Happy Fourth of July!

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Jul
4

The Queen and the Great White Beast


A Story by Princess

Spartacus’s queen was named Tokyo. She was beautiful and kind, and never put herself before others. That’s why he fell for her in the first place. One day she was in the market looking for some seed when she overheard a couple of quails talking about a ferocious beast lurking in the woods. She asked them about the beast and they told her that this beast was big and white and that it had the most wretched breath. That was all they knew, so the queen returned to the castle to inform the king of this horiffic news. He replied, “If it does not bother us, why should we bother it?” The queen saw that she could not change his mind so she thought to herself that she would take the matter into her own wings. She made her way to the forest, looking for the beast with a sword in her sheath ready to protect herself if necessary. All of the sudden, a great black dragon appeared. The queen was too scared to move. She was frozen, and as the dragon got closer, she got more scared. Suddenly, a blur tackled the black dragon. It was the white beast those villagers had been talking about earlier. The queen realized she was no beast but a friend who protects them from danger. The guardian beast and the dragon fought and fought until the black dragon surrendered to the great white beast, and when the queen laid her eyes upon the beast then, she could see its beauty. As she slowly approached the beast, it grew kinder in its eyes, and when she finally got close enough to pet it, it flew away. The queen whispered, “I’ll call you Coco, the protector of this land.” And when the queen returned to the village, she never spoke a word of what she had seen.

The End.

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