What Is Wrong Lucille

The McCormick’s chicken gatherer and feeder was only six-years-young She was awakened daily at four-twenty, which was absolutely no fun. But it was her duty to gather the eggs from the chicken house. Sometimes when she entered there would dart out a mouse. Once there was evidence of a fox in the midst of the flock. One hen did not fare well, her head lying as if on a chopping block. Worst of all, one day, the chicken house was in a dire way. What is wrong, Lucille? asked mother. The chicken coop is on fire today.