Bianca’s girl scout troop was going on a field trip to the local chicken coop.
“Mom, I want a girl chick.” Bianca told her mom.
“Well, sweetie, I’m not really sure how to tell a girl chick from a boy. Let’s ask.”
As it turns out, it’s really hard to tell until the chicks grow up. Her troop leader made her best guess but wasn’t completely sure.
“We’ll need to keep the chicks heated for a while and gradually get them used to room temperature. In a few weeks, if your parents say it’s ok, each girl can take a chick home to raise.”
When it was time to bring a chick home, Bianca chose hers, hopeful that hers was a girl. She wanted a girl chicken so she could name her Henny Penny.
But as Henny Penny grew up, she got a red comb and her wattle grew large. Henny Penny was a rooster. Bianca kept calling her “girl” chicken Henny Penny anyway, and in return “she” woke her each morning with a loud “cock-a-doodle-doo”!