by Kari Winters
illustrated by Tami Thirlwell
The Olympics were only one
On Sunday, Esper Getz laid
two eggs. All of the chickens in the barnyard dreamt
of laying big, hearty eggs, but this was not Esper’s
dream. Oh, how she wished she could be an Olympic
aerial skier! She imagined herself gliding down the
mountain, soaring into the air, twisting and flipping,
and landing squarely on two legs in the soft, white
sighed. What was she thinking? She could never
be in the Olympics, for she was only a chicken
and chickens were expected to lay eggs. These
were not her Olympics.
On Monday, Farmer collected
the eggs. He dreamt of gathering his eggs and
sending them to the enormous Olympic crowds.
These were his Olympics!
On Tuesday, Driver picked
up the eggs. She dreamt of delivering her eggs
to all the restaurants and grocery stores around
the province. These were her Olympics!
On Wednesday, Chef bought
the eggs. He dreamt of preparing his eggs and feeding
them to the enormous Olympic crowds. These were his
On Thursday, Athlete ordered
the eggs. She dreamt of eating her eggs and giving
an award-winning aerial ski performance. These were
On Friday, Athlete ordered
the eggs again.
But Chef shook his head.
“No eggs?” said Athlete. “Where
are the eggs?”
“Where are the eggs?” Chef
“Where are the eggs?” Driver
But Farmer shook his head. “I
don’t know what has happened,” he said. “Chicken
has not laid the eggs.”
“Then let’s go see Chicken,” said
“Let’s go see Chicken,” said
“Let’s go see Chicken,” said
“We will go see Chicken,” said
Soon, they found Esper.
Esper bawked, “Every day you
take my eggs for your Olympics, but you never ask
me what I dream about.”
Farmer laughed. “What? Ask
you what you dream about? “
“Why? You are just a chicken!” said
“You should dream of laying
big, hardy eggs,” added Chef.
puffed up her feathers and sat up straight. “Well…I
dream of bigger things. I dream of being a
free range aerialist!”
“Ha haa haaaa,” laughed
“Hoo oo hooo,” laughed
“Hee hee heee,” laughed
“Ha hoo heeee,” laughed
They laughed so hard
their faces turned red and tears came to their
Chicken was tired
of listening to them. She strutted to the barnyard
where the other chickens waited in anticipation.
Athlete, Chef, Driver, and Farmer followed.
“What’s she doing?” asked
Athlete, Chef, Driver, and Farmer together.
Chicken flew to the top of
the barn and geared up.
Everyone watched as Chicken
glided down the roof, flapping and flipping into
a triple flipping twirl. She landed steadily in the
soft white snow.
The other chickens flapped
“She’s good!” said Athlete.
“She’s good!” said Chef.
“She’s good!” said Driver.
“She’s good,” said Farmer, “but
she still can’t compete.”
“Why not?” asked Athlete.
“Because she’s a chicken!” said
“And chickens lay eggs,” added
“End of story,” said Farmer.
Esper sadly hid her head under
The other chickens surrounded
them. For a moment there was silence. Then, from
the back of the barnyard, another chicken began to
squawk, “If Esper can’t compete, we won’t lay eggs!
Esper Getz or no omlettes!” Soon the other chickens
joined in. “Esper Getz or no omelettes! Esper Getz
or no omelettes!”
“No omelettes?” said Athlete.
“No omelettes?” said Chef.
“No omelettes?” said Driver.
“No omelettes?” said Farmer. “Then
our dreams will not come true.”
Athlete, Chef, Driver, and
Farmer looked worried. Esper stood tall and waited
for their answer.
“Alright,” said Athlete.
“Alright,” said Chef.
“Alright,” said Driver.
“Alright,” said Farmer, “we’ll
see what we can do.”
Esper bawked excitedly. The
On Saturday, Athlete, Chef,
Driver, and Farmer called the Olympic Organizing
On Sunday, Esper glided down
the mountain and up the ramp.
She soared into
the air, twisting and flipping,
before landing squarely on two legs in the soft,
white snow. She
flapped her wings and clucked, "These are everyone's