Walking home with chocolate covered sponge cake, I heard the chirping of a chick looking for its mother. Around the corner I met its adopted mother, a little girl in a bright pink jacket. Squeezed between both hands she had a bright orange chick and a bright pink one was poking its head out of her left hand pocket. This little girl had gathered a crowd of little boys who all wanted to see her new babies.
I wonder how long the chicks will survive.
Last week I saw a yellow baby chick sprawled dead upon the sidewalk at the bottom of the trash chute. Maybe these freshly born and freshly dyed ones are its replacement.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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Hi Jen! Saw this on the Peace Corps Journals site and I thought I recognized your writing. Rather depressing post but at least there was sponge cake. I hope all is well in China.
Anna
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