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.
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:
Anu, Delirious, Maxi Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox OCD writer, Padmum, Paul, Ramana, The Old Fossil, Will Knott