For Betty

I was Skyping with my family in Charlottesville today and asked my grand-daughter how her chicks are doing.  She said, “No eggs yet.”  I asked her if they cackle.  She said:  “No, but they make a weird sound.  They run all day long and enjoy the area they are in.  I said:  “Perhaps you should get them a book to read on how to be a chicken or what a chicken is supposed to do.”  She laughed and thought it a good idea.  My daughter said:  “That would be a great book to write.”  I said:  “I know just the person that could write that.  Her name is Betty Fasig. 
I recall reading my kids children’s books.  One was about a bear trying to teach his son how to certain things.  (I don’t remember the book title) “This is what you should not do, now let that be a lesson to you.”  In one segment the bear was teaching his son how to ride a bike and crashed.  He said:  “This is what you should not do, now let that be a lesson to you, small bear.” Everything he did went wrong and thus the “This is what you should not do, now let that be a lesson to you.”
 
I think that a book about chickens could be a fun thing.  “How to be a chicken” or “What a chicken is expected to do.”

You know, Abe. You are onto something. I love the idea.  I will work on it and send it to you.  You do know that I do love you.  Your mind, your wife and the grapes and all.  You really are one of a kind and that is true.
Love,
Betty

What Betty said.