The latest escapade of a friend of mine who does the "on line" dating thing, reminded me of a most delicious story that I read years and years ago.
This particular story is excerpted from a wonderful book entitled "Don T Get 'Perconel' With A Chicken" that is an aggregate of children's musings, edited by the humorist H. Allen Smith. Unedited, verbatim, enjoy.
Don T Get Perconel With A Chicken
by Eloise Coleman
On my vacation I visited with my gran parents in Iowa and my gran father learned me dont get perconel with a chicken. My gran father has a few chickens and one was a chicken I got perconel with and gave the name Gene Autry. One day my gran mother deside to have stood chicken for dinner and says Orf you go out and kill a hen meening my gran father. I went with him and low and behole he took a poke with a wire on the end and reeched in the pen and got Gene Autry by the leg and pulled him out and before I ccood say a werd he rung his neck wich pulls off his hed and he flops around on the grond back and forth without no hed on and I cryed. He was a brown one. Then he scalted him in hot water and picket the feathers of and saw me crying and says dont ever get preconel with a chicken. When we are at the dinner table he says it again so I ate some, a drumb stick. I dident say anything but it was like eating my own
rellatives. So dont get perconel with a chicken, also a cow if you going to eat it later on. Also a caff.
And the on line dating escapade, you ask??
Well, she told me, there was this initial contact. An immediate get together, a "real time" date, couldn't happen for a few weeks. Undaunted, they commenced a fast and furious relationship. There were emails, long long phone chats, dreaming, scheming, sharing, daily conversations. Terms of endearment were exchanged, Honey, Baby, Sweetie.
All of which, she said, without so much as a hint as to why, the relationship came to a screeching, tire leaving treadmarks, halt. Poof, he disappeared.
What? Huh?
Too much sharing, I suppose. I told her Eloise's story. Yup, she said, got it. Must not get too perconel with a chicken.
