Tuttle In The House

 

Thanks Prof Farns for another Tuttle story!

Tuttle In The House

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Tuttle awakened to someplace different, it was warm and bright. Maybe mother was sitting on me back in the nest? No, it’s too bright for that. Tuttle turned an eye up to the bright and warm light, it hurt his eyes, so Tuttle looked down. He didn’t see straw, he saw something else, and it was smooth and didn’t stick his feet like the straw did. He then took a look around, he was inside something, it was much bigger than his old shell home, and it was brown and shaped funny. He sniffed and smelled something, he wasn’t sure what it was, but the inner voice said, “you are thirsty.” He followed that smell to a small dish with something in it he had never seen before, “drink” said the voice, so he dipped his beak into the liquid, tossed his head back and began to drink, and drink and drink, he was so thirsty. He heard a noise, so he cocked his head and looked up where he saw 2 faces. “Look mama, he’s drinking!” Good said the other, he’ll be alright then. “Leave him be for a while, he took a pretty big fall from the barn loft.” “Yeah, and chased by that barn cat,” said the other voice.
Tuttle wasn’t sure, but these really big chickens may be his family, they kind of looked like him. They had two legs, two wings, two eyes, a head with a beak in the center. But their eyes were different, and they weren’t covered with soft down like he was. Tuttle decided to think about that kind of thing later, he was still very tired and didn’t want to ponder his place in this new world, so he squatted down under the bright warm light, closed his little eyes and with the slow and steady in and out of his breath, Tuttle quickly fell asleep.


Tuttle dreamed of running, then awoke with a start. Opening his eyes, he looked around. The place was the same as it was when he fell asleep. He was thirsty again, so he stood on his little legs and went to get a drink. As he drank, the inner voice said, “you are hungry”. Ok, but I’m not sure what to do, so he peeped and peeped, then listened. Nothing, so he peeped again and again, louder as time went by, then finally a face appeared. “Goodness aren’t you a noisy boy! What do you need little man?”


While the peeps sounded like noise to the big chickens, to Tuttle it was “hungry, hungry”, finally the big chicken said, I know what you need and went away. “PEEP…PEEP..PEEP” went Tuttle, but finally something hovered above his new home and was sat down in one of the corners. Tuttle sniffed and sniffed, that smells good! His legs slowly walked him to the dish. Now Tuttle, said the inner voice, you must peck at it, remember how you got out of your shell? It’s a little different than drinking, but it’s close. So, Tuttle pecked and pecked and the food tasted so good as it landed on his tiny little tongue. Down it went as he gulped more and soon his little crop was packed and bulging. Tuttle then went and drank some more. He was so full he wobbled a bit, so he sat down under the warm light and went to sleep. Tuttle dreamed of falling again and being chased, but not for long as the inner voice sang a song of grass, sun, and sky. It told him tales of being a chicken and rooster. Tuttle slept, dreamed, and began to grow as the warm light shone down on him.