“Wanta do something?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, I could take you to my home, but you are too big to get through my door.  But I can show you my home.” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley said.

“WAIT!!! I bet I know right where you live.  Come on…follow me!”

Off we went. Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley scampering right by my side, then in front of me, over the top of a wood pile, back in front of me…Then I stopped.

“Right here,” I announce. Pointing my nose at a very perfectly round hole in the ground way over by the old grain trucks, Dad is saving for something.

“YES!!”  Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, yelled.  “But you can see you are just too big to be able to go into my home.  BUT— I have a back door.  This is the front door.  Ya wanta see the back door?”

“Sure,” I replied.

Before the word even left my lips, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, had zoomed off back in the direction we came from.

I picked up my feet and trotted after him.

Back around the wood pile we went, back around the feeding station, then out onto the road into the farmhouse —and way over by the chicken house.

Here, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley stopped.

“Can you see my home?”  He asked with a huge smile on his face.

“Look around and see.”

“Can I use my nose?  My nose is a lot better at finding things than my eyes.”

“Heck Ya!”

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing.

Whew!  Chickens!  They have a scent all their own.  I don’t know if I’m very fond of that smell.

AHCHOOO!  Sneeze, whewph! I cleared my nose.

“Nod here,” I said.

“Keep looking,” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, giggled.  “You are close, but not close enough”.

I sniffed all around the chicken pen, then I sniffed by the cement sidewalk thingy, then I sniffed onto the decorative rock area by the side of the hen house, then I stopped.

“Whew, not anywhere here.”

“You are getting warm,” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley announced.

Hmm, warm.  I walked a little bit more until I came to the garbage can area…and there, right under the chicken house, was a hole.  What a big surprise.

“Here it is!” I yelled.  “Right Under the Hen HOUSE!!”

“YAY!  Good job, Boo Berry, Good Job!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley congratulated me.

“Now do you want to find my Mom’s home, and maybe my Dad’s home (he lives out on the farm a bit), and possibly my other brother’s home?”
“Sure! Why Not?”

“Follow me, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley cried.

And we were off