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The Fable of the Ducks and the Hens
By: George L. Rockwell
Many, many years ago, when animals could speak, a wondrous thing the ducks befell; Their tale is quite unique. Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks, then thousand at least. Their ducks joys were undisturbed by any man or beast. One day, near the entrance gate, there was an awful din. A hundred hens all out of breath were begging to come in. "Oh let us in!" The poor birds cried. Before we do expire! "Tis only by the merest inch that we excaped the fire!" Their feathers singed, their combs adroop, they were the saddest sight. They'd run a hundred miles or more, all day then all night. "Come in come in!" the ducks all quacked, "for you our hearts do bleed! Just tell us what you need." And so the poor, bedraggled hens among the ducks moved in. "For after all" the ducks declared, "we're sisters' neath the skin." Before too many months had passed, the hens were good as new. They sent for all their rooster friends and these were welcomed too. To please their hosts, the chickens tried to waddle and to quack. To simulate the duckish ways they learned the knack. This pleased the flock of ducks, because it gratified their pride. But hear my tale, and learn how they for taken for a ride. The ducks, it seemed, spent all of their time in fixing up the place, in growing and building homes and cleaning every space. They asked the hens what they would do to earn their daily bread. "We'll teach and write and entertain, and buy and sell," they said. And so the hens began to teach the baby ducks and chicks. They traded food and eggs and things, with many clever tricks. They wrote great books, and put on shows; of genius they'd no lack. It wasn't long till chickens owned the Duckville Daily Quack. One day a mother duck who took her ducklings to the lake, was flabbergasted when one said, "a swim I will not take!" "Why, ducklings always swim!" she gasped. "It's what you're built to do! Like bunnies hop, and crickets chirp, and cows' most always moo!" "Your nuts!" her little son replied, "that stuff is old hat! It's wrong for birds to swim; besides, it's damned cold on my pratt!" "Oh file!" the mother duck exclaimed, "you're a fool!" Up quacked the other ducks and said, "he's right! We learned in school!" "Such things must stop!" the mother hen cried, "those hens can't teach such lies! For sheer ingratitude and nerve I'm sure this takes the prize!" But she was wrong for even then the hens did thump the tub, demanding they be let into the Duckville Swimming Club. "But you don't swim!" the ducks exclaimed, "to join, why should you care?" "That's not the point!" The hens replied, "to exclude us isn't fair." The younger ducks, who'd been to school, agreed right there and then: "To keep them out is bigotry! Twould be anti-hen!" Outnumbered by the younger ducks, the old sucks soon did loose. They agreed to let the hens all in, if they would pay the dues. That night the Duckville Daily Quack contained this banner spread: "Reactionary Ducks Are Licked! Duckville Moves Ahead." Down at the Duckville faiety, the young set laughed with glee, at cracks about "old fuddy ducks" in burlesque repartee. Next day the hens were at the club. A petition they'd sent around: They objected to the swimming fund with fury and with sound. "You use our dues to fix the pond to keep it neat and trim," and as this is wrong, they said "because you know we do not swim!" "God help us!" cried a wise old duck, these chickens have gone mad! We'll take this to court by George. And justice will be had!" But when they went up to the judge, imitation their dismay! A chicken judge decreed that they a heavy fine must pay! "Minorities must have their rights!" The judge declared then. "To use hens' dues to fix the pond is very anti-hen!" Once more the Duckville Daily Quack emblazoned 'cross the page: "Old-fogey Ducks Refuse To See The Great New Coming Age!" In Duckvilles church Sunday morn, the preacher spoke these words, "discrimination's got to stop! Remember we're all birds!" The wisest duck in all the town sat down in black despair. "I'll write a book" he thought, "and then this madness I will bare!" " Let swimmers swim, let hoppers hop, let each one go his way. Let none corerce a fellow bird!" was what he had to say.
~To be continued~
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