He scooped a handful of feed from the bucket and said, “I believe the common phrase for such a task is ‘piece of cake.’” Then he began to scatter the feed in a circle around him.
Git!”įerdy stepped inside and walked to the center of the chicken coop. “Show us how to do it, my boy.” He unlatched the door to the coop and held it open. “Now, how hard can feeding chickens be?” he said. You’ll fit right in!”įarmer Ben picked up a large bag of chicken feed and poured the feed into a bucket. The chicken coop was even smellier than the fertilizer. Ben stopped in front of it and said, “Before milking the cows, we have to feed the chickens.” To one side of the barn stood the chicken coop. “But they left plenty of cow pies out here yesterday, so watch your step.” “In the barn, waiting to be milked,” said Farmer Ben. “Where are the cows?” asked Lizzy, looking around. The Berenstain Bears and the Haunted Hayride “Beginner’s mistake,” said Farmer Ben, handing Ferdy a rag to wipe his face with.” Hope you had your mouth closed!” cracked Queenie as the other cubs laughed. And the wind flung it right back in his face. With all his strength, Ferdy flung the bucketful of fertilizer into the wind. “Uh-oh,” the cubs heard Farmer Ben mutter. He got a good two-handed grip om the bucket and steadied himself. So he walked around to the other side and faced west, away from the sun. Go to it.”įerdy stood at the edge of the plot, facing east. “Now, son, I want you to toss a bucketful of fertilizer over each half of this plot. “It’s not the best-smelling stuff in the world,” said Ben, “but potatoes love it.” He handed one of the buckets to Ferdy. “Farmer Ben disappeared into a nearby shed and came back carrying two buckets.
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