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the thanksgiving adventures of captain rex

my sister is an elementary school teacher, and she does this really fun activity with her class:  each weekend one of the children gets to take home "captain rex" the rubber chicken.  they welcome captain rex into their home and then write about the experience.  the writing goes into the binder, and they keep a journal of all of captain rex's adventures.  for example, one student rescued captain rex from tragic peril in the swimming pool.  others took him to sporting events, or let him play with their toys (including dress up with barbie). 

we were so fortunate that captain rex came to spend thanksgiving weekend with our family, and i was able to snap a few photos of our time together. 

i had the opportunity to sit down over a couple cans of mountain dew with captain rex early in the day on thanksgiving.  when i say "couple of cans" i mean that i had a couple of cans while i watched rexy throw back 6 or 7 of them.  i lost count.  he sure likes his caffeine.  still, in between him sticking his beak into the beverage, we were able to have some good conversation in which we got to know one another.  it turns out that the captain is actually a retired sheep chicken, having had a long and somewhat decorated career herding sheep.  he showed me this great picture from his glory days:

after captain rex was suitably hopped up on mountain dew, and we had seen enough of the macy's thanksgiving day parade, it was turkey time.  needless to say, el capitan was a bit uncomfortable with a feast of fowl, so he refrained from eating actual turkey, opting instead to have a private conversation with this paper turkey, insisting that it was some distant relative. 

after failing to get the paper turkey to respond, captain rex let us know that he was famished.  when we found out that his favorite food is bacon (he calls it power strips), we fried him about 4 pounds of bacon and he went crazy until the caffeine wore off and he collapsed into a satisfied bacon-induced sleep. 

and that was just thanksgiving!  we had many other exciting adventures with captain rex the retired sheep chicken, but those tales will have to wait for another day.  for now, always remember that too much mountain dew is never a good thing (even for a rubber chicken). 


cathyq said…
Yes, Captain Rex is quite the party animal. I have it on good authority that he had to take several Tums and some Pepcid on Thanksgiving to calm his upset stomach from eating too much. You didn't even mention that he almost lost his head to the butcher knife that weekend too! Yoi! The life of a rubber chicken is so adventurous.
Emoly said…

that is better than Flat Stanley. Who knows, maybe it could be the next children's book....??
Mary said…
My kids LOVED this entry! They were screaming with laughter!!!! They were seriously so impressed by what you did. Thank you for bringing a whole lotta joy into my classroom today!
greg. said…
glad you all enjoyed this, especially your class, mary. anytime i am even mildly related to "screaming with laughter" i count it all joy. yay for screaming with laughter!

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