of mites and chickens

Fox wandered out to the field in search of a meal late one day.

Encountering the hare along the way he greeted him.

“Hello friend Hare” says Fox, “Have you a supper to share.”

“Ahh, that I might” says Hare, “That I might.”

So Fox joins Hare as they proceed toward the farm together.

“You might get supper here,” says Hare.

“Ahh, that I might,” says Fox, “that I might.”

And Hare finding the veggie patch was soon enjoying a delicious supper in the pea patch.
Meanwhile Fox slinked to the chicken house and stole away with a hen.

As Hare left the garden patch there was Fox in the edge of the wood with tail feathers all that remained of the hen and a sated look on his face.

“Tis true Hare,” says Fox, “Tis ever so true what they say of mights. And it was a good supper except for them.” Looking at the tail feathers and picking his teeth with a bit of wing bone.

“Yes,” says Hare, “and what truth might that be,” noticing the wee specks on the tail feathers.

The moral of the story being: “You might or might not do what you say, but indeed “mites” are on a chicken’s rear end.”

So when someone says “I might” remind them, “Mites are (little bugs) on a chickens rear end.”

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prompted by San Diego Mom