Queer Little Folks
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
Once upon a time there was a fairly young chicken, which we would call Mrs. Pertop. It was a chicken from the most remarkable family, a direct descendant of Bolton Grace, and a bird so young that you might want to see it on a summer day. Moreover, he was as happy as possible for a chicken in life. He was bought by Fred Little John, a young master, who was considered to have four or five family ties and the same live scraper and a head of the family capable enough that half a dozen sane chickens could ask for.
