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Unusual Chickens For The Exceptional Poultry Farmer by Kelly Jones - Chapter Sampler
Unusual Chickens For The Exceptional Poultry Farmer by Kelly Jones - Chapter Sampler
KELLY JONES
I L LU ST R AT I O N S BY K AT I E K AT H
Chapter Sampler
BY KElLY JOnEs
ILlUStRAtED BY KATIe KAtH
Alfred A. Knopf
New York
June 2, 2014
Mr. or Ms. Catalog People
Redwood Farm Supply
Gravenstein, CA 95472
Dear People Who Send Catalogs to People on Farms,
My great-uncle Jim had your flyer in his barn. I cant ask
him about it, because he died a couple of months ago. But
we live on his farm now, and if I have to live on a farm,
I think it ought to be an interesting one, with chickens
and ducks and maybe some peacocks or something.
Right now, we dont even have tomatoes, just rows and
rows of grapevines. And they dont even have grapes yet.
I cant find your website anywhere, so Mom said I
should write you a business letter and request a catalog.
Your flyer says you have Unusual Chickens for the
Exceptional Poultry Farmer. I dont know what would
make a chicken unusual, so maybe youll send me your
catalog and then I can stop wondering about them.
I do think you should know Im a very responsible
twelve-year- old. I did all my own packing and unpacking
when we had to move. And I would be a good farmer
I always get As on science projects, and I never forget
June 4, 2014
Mariposa Garca Gonzlez
Heaven
Querida Abuelita,
I know youre dead, and I dont believe in zombies, so you
dont need to write back or anything. I just wanted to
write to someone. Kind of like a diary, only what does a
diary care what I think? You might be dead, but youre
still my grandmother and you still love me. No one
writes back anyway, not even LaToya, even though she
promised she would. I guess Katie was right when she
told LaToya shed have to be her best friend now, since
shed never see me again. LaToya didnt say anything
back, and she didnt look at me, and she doesnt answer
my emails either. Thats not what Id call a best friend.
We live on Great-Uncle Jims farm now, far from LA,
so I couldnt go see you even if you were still alive. Its
okay here, I guess. We have a whole house of our own,
way bigger than anyones apartment, and a barn too, and
a place thats sort of like a garage for tractors. But we
barely fit, because Great-Uncle Jim saved a whole lot of
things, just in case of who knows what. We made enough
June 9, 2014
Mr. or Ms. Catalog People
Redwood Farm Supply
Gravenstein, CA 95472
Dear People Who Apparently Dont Actually Send
Catalogs to People on Farms,
Mom always says its a bad idea to tell people what you
think while youre angry. But I bet Im going to be angry
for a long time, so I dont see any point in waiting. Maybe
you think Im just a kid with no money, whose parents
probably wont let her have chickens anyway. Maybe you
think sending me a catalog would be a waste of paper.
But I know my letter got to you, because Gregory, who
delivers our mail, said he would take it to your farm,
even though there was no street number on the flyer or
anything, and that was the way some farms worked.
Gregory is not the kind of person who would get that
wronghes got his whole sleet and snow and rain
commitment, and he takes that stuff seriously. Gregory
has never, ever been late with our mail.
Maybe if you had sent me a catalog, I could have
started working on getting my parents to agree to
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around and see if there was anything left from the real
farm this was back then. Because let me tell you,
Great-Uncle Jim never threw anything away.
So first I walked all the way around the edge of the
farm. I started back behind the barn, in the part with
all the big trees and acorns. From the highway, it looks
like a wrinkle in the hills, or like the space in between
fingers in a fist. (Sometimes, if I look far up one hill from
the highway, I see a brown horse standing in the grass!
We dont know those farmers yet, though, so I cant go
explore up there.)
Theres an old fence back there, so you can figure out
which part is our farm and which part isnt. I followed the
fence back behind that garage building, through lots and
lots of trees and around blackberry bushes, and hopped
over some rocks to get across the little creek. Then I
walked out of the wrinkly hilly part and out of the trees
and into the bright dusty sun, around all those rows of
grapevines, following the fence down near the street.
There are rows and rows and rows of grapevines on
both sides of our driveway, and lots of plants in between
them that Dad says are weeds and arent supposed to be
there. I like the patterns that all the rows make when
you walk by them. It doesnt smell like grapes out there,
just like dust. But, if you look hard, sometimes you see
little tiny green balls that Dad says will turn into real
grapes eventually.
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Querida Abuelita,
al Chickens,
ause it is really
chicken. Im pretty
to freak out,
chickens.
Its a strange feeling, to think
well be in a book. And some of
those things I wrote were private.
I wasnt too sure at first.
But what if some other kids find
chickens like mine? Theyll need
all the help they can get. I go to
the library every week, and there
arent many books about chickens
with superpowers.
I think I would like those kids to
know my story.
Te extrao,
Soficita
BY
KELLY JONES
I L LU ST R AT I O N S BY K AT I E K AT H