Once upon a time there was a Papa Rooster and a Mama Hen, and they had a little baby chick. “This little chick is never going to scratch his living like I did,” declared the Papa Rooster. “We shall see that he has everything he needs to grow up and be a fine chick.”
And they did. They worked their beaks off trying to provide things for their little chicks. He wore the finest, shiniest feathers in the whole chicken yard. They taught him the finest manners and allowed him to associate with only the best chickens. “I want” is all the baby chick needed to say, and his want was provided. The other chicks were so envious that he had parents who took such pride in the meeting of his every wish!
In Chick-school he was always the leader. He led in reading, writing and arithmetic: played in chicken football and basketball and held down the first chair in the school crowing choir. He was valedictorian of his class and voted most likely to make tracks! He went to Barnfowl University and continued his education. He met a cute little chick co-ed and was wed in a elaborate barnyard affair that had the henhouse talking for weeks afterward.
His career seemed assured and future bright, but one morning tragedy struck. He disappeared and was never seen again. The last anybody saw of him he was tucked under the arm of a hungry-looking hobo, who was headed for a campfire down by the railroad tracks.
Alas, for the little chick! His parents did everything for him except the one thing that was absolutely needed: They never taught him how to save his life!
Moral: Unless you child is active in the programs of the church, learning how to save his soul. He doesn’t; have a chance! The world is a very hungry hobo…
Borrowed