| General Non-Fiction posted October 22, 2020 |
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Two Kids and a clubhouse
The Chicken Roost
by Mary Vigasin
My cousin Louie was eight, and I was ten when we cleaned an old chicken coop to make it a clubhouse.
We scraped all the chicken poop from the floors and walls.
After several coats of white paint on the dry wood, our clubhouse was ready for occupancy.
We christened our clubhouse with a can of soda and named it The Chicken Roost.
Louie went to get blankets and a lantern for our first night in our clubhouse. His mom asked him what he was doing.
"Me and Mary are going to sleep in the clubhouse tonight"
"Oh no you don't. Boys and girls do not sleep together."
"Why not? Louie asked "You and Dad sleep together!"
We never stepped into our clubhouse again. His Dad boarded up the door.
My cousin Louie was eight, and I was ten when we cleaned an old chicken coop to make it a clubhouse.
We scraped all the chicken poop from the floors and walls.
After several coats of white paint on the dry wood, our clubhouse was ready for occupancy.
We christened our clubhouse with a can of soda and named it The Chicken Roost.
Louie went to get blankets and a lantern for our first night in our clubhouse. His mom asked him what he was doing.
"Me and Mary are going to sleep in the clubhouse tonight"
"Oh no you don't. Boys and girls do not sleep together."
"Why not? Louie asked "You and Dad sleep together!"
We never stepped into our clubhouse again. His Dad boarded up the door.
We scraped all the chicken poop from the floors and walls.
After several coats of white paint on the dry wood, our clubhouse was ready for occupancy.
We christened our clubhouse with a can of soda and named it The Chicken Roost.
Louie went to get blankets and a lantern for our first night in our clubhouse. His mom asked him what he was doing.
"Me and Mary are going to sleep in the clubhouse tonight"
"Oh no you don't. Boys and girls do not sleep together."
"Why not? Louie asked "You and Dad sleep together!"
We never stepped into our clubhouse again. His Dad boarded up the door.
I spent a few weeks each year on my aunt and uncle's farm.
Louie and I became quite close and spent our off time planning our clubhouse.
Now years later, I think about staying in that musty old building, I do not think we would have lasted long particularly in the summer heat.
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and 2 member cents. Louie and I became quite close and spent our off time planning our clubhouse.
Now years later, I think about staying in that musty old building, I do not think we would have lasted long particularly in the summer heat.
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