The storm raged on the rest of the night
Then, rain poured for three days more.
Then, the animals returned to the barn sight.
They poured through the rubble with all of their might.
For the child duck had again told them of three days before,
The sun shines down an Alabama day.
Its beams alight on a barnyard scene.
A hunched figure lies amongst rubble and clay.
He sits quiet and still, save his feathers in sway.
And a small little figure lied under his wing.
The other animals took in the four little mice
Who were loved and accepted and nurtured with grace.
Never again was there hatred or vice.
And when the countryside heard the tale and its price,
All hatred departed and love took its place.
About This Author
Conner Johnson (May 11, 1993-) is a Communications major with a minor in Athletic Coaching at Anderson University. He is from Greentown, Indiana, and he does not like to eat pie or cookies! This story, although it may seem strange at first, has a good meaning to it and he hopes you can look past the talking animals to see the moral.