Little Penelope Pinkerton was a favorite child in the community. She had long red hair that she wore in braids, had a missing tooth, and a smile that could charm even the most unhappy. Her family ran a chicken ranch on Rosy Lane.
Penelope was five years old. She set up a booth with her the help of her mom and dad and sold eggs at the harvest festival. When people ask, "Aren't eggs passed out at Easter?" Penelope would giggle, "Not these eggs, these are from my pet chicken Patty an Araucana. She drew out the pronunciation of the name "arrrucuannnaa." They lay blue eggs. "Easter eggs come from my pet chicken, Sally, silly! Sally is an Easter Egger breed; get it -- Easter Egger?" she would open her eyes real wide. Easter eggs would have to come from an Easter Egger, don't you think??
They would look at her dad, Billy, and Billy would smile.
"There is a breed of chickens called an "Easter Egger; we have on that lays blue, green, brown, and pink eggs."
People were amazed to learn about these chickens. Penelope would smile and laugh and giggle, "You don't even have to die them. they cust come out that way." Penelope thought that was a terrific joke. She laughed and continued, "There are all kinds of chickens! Welsummers lay chocolate brown eggs, but they do not taste like chocolate", and she would dramatically shake her head and look as if he had been very disappointed. Penelope and her dad were very close. She loved helping him at the farm and was an excellent little salesperson.
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