The Power of a Nickname

This is a true story.

Penny rules! And she let me know it right from the get-go. The very first time I laid eyes on her; Penny stops and stares me in the eye. Her steely glare is enough to frighten a bull dog.

Guess Penny doesn’t like me; ‘cause the next thing I know she flies toward me like a raging bull. Yeeeeoooow, the blows are hard and fast. And they hurt.

I scream in pain as I run. Only Penny is faster and cuts me off at every turn. My eyes fill as I yell at her, “What it wrong with you? What did I do?”

Penny doesn’t answer. She just keeps up the chase … and the bullying.

This is the problem. My grandparents live down the street and they have a huge chicken coop. They raise the feathery fowl until they are old enough to make a country dinner.

Grandpa has a favorite tree stump to do the dirty deed. Not Grandma. She snatches one up, gives it a whirl and it’s over. It may sound cruel but it isn’t. Just the way it is when you live in the country. I think Penny found a way outta there.

Somehow Penny lands in our yard, and she plans to stay. She is tough as nails, meaner than a junk-yard dog. Nobody gets past her without paying the price. Maybe Penny thinks she’s a guard dog.

Anyway, it isn’t long before we kids give her the nickname “Penny Pecker.” While she is with us Penny rules the roost, the whole yard for that matter.


One day I try to sneak into the yard and nothing happens. No Penny. I wonder if…

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full


One of my consorts in the LBC inspired this memory. They may have something to tell you about nicknames:
, Delirious, Maxi Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox OCD writer, Padmum, Paul, Ramana, The Old Fossil, Will Knott


About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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