Why Start This Blog at All?

Last Sunday, I was thinking why I started writing this. There were many questions I could ask myself. But the main part is, why start this blog at all? Why did I want to? It's weird how you do something but you don't know why. Well, when I said these things, my answers were the following. 

-I wanted to tell more about my town.

On chicken Town Journal, they're just telling about the outside of it. This blog will tell the inside of the town too.

-I wanted to compete

with Nellie Harpring. She is always writing great stories about her home, and I wanted to show her that there are some other chickens in the coop.

-I wanted something to do.

My home can sometimes get pretty boring. It's nice to have something to do when nothing is happening.

There are many things to tell about the town. The school, the church, the supermarket, even the plaza! Not much goes on in Chicken Town, but when something happens, they throw a huge party! Like when Betty came home from Hollywood, and when Frieda the Norwegian chicken came. Even when Betty married Orville Tyke they make a huge deal about it. I know the town inside and out. I'm a snoop. I can find out when Betty drops the curling iron on her foot. I can tell when some mean boys throw tomatoes at the grocer. I even know when Betty Boop gives Ellen a checkup! To tell you a little bit more, I'll tell you about Mr. Somber. Mr. Somber is the banker. No one can pass his watchful eye without him noticing. We feel safe when it comes to the bank. Still, Mr. Somber isn't such an angel. He can get really hot-tempered if you give him the chance to warm up. One time, he said that he would call the police if the grocer would keep sneaking into the bank for his money. Usually people call when they come to the bank, but the grocer never does. I would love to sit here all day and write, but I've got school to do. I'll be back within 24 hours.