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Short Stories
Growing Up Send your favorite Okonski "short stories growing up" via email to armco2@sbcglobal.net. Please keep stories to max 100 words and submit in word document form which may have picture or maximum of 5 pictures in document.
When I was real little, there was a black and white Rooster that would always know when I walked outside, so he could corner me and chase me. I would be looking for him, and he would be looking for me. One day, he caught me in back of a barn, and I knew there was no way out of it. Luckily, there was a rock, about the size of my hand. I picked it up and threw it at the Rooster, and hit him right in the head. He wobbled around a little bit. I was so scared, so I didn’t stay around to see what he was going to do, but I knew that I hurt him. The next time I went outside, I looked for him, but he wasn’t anywhere around. I knew then that was the end of him, and I never told anyone what I did, and no one asked me. I was just so Happy that I never had to deal with that mean Rooster again!
Many Okonskis have had all types of animals or favorite pets as they grew up. One Okonski family in Bremond, Texas during period of 1940’s – 1999’s had many very special dogs trained to do specific tasks but primarily were man/woman best friend. As the various dogs met their final days, they were all buried in a selected small area known as the Dog Gone Place. They were very protective, enjoyed to hunt, (day or night), play go get the stick or ball, catch chickens and gofers, kill snakes, tree squirrels and raccoons, dig holes in the yard, garden and flower beds, and many other good and not so good things. Some of the more famous ones were Buster, Blacky, Browny, Whitey, Gray, King, Snowball, Fido, Betchka (barrel), Tricksy, Suka (Female), and Stubby. Some rode in back of the pickup, some rode in the front or back seat with their head stuck out the window. One whistle and most were ready to go. On a command of “sickum” (get him) they would take off after the cows, goats, horses, cats, strangers, chickens, turkeys or anything that was somewhere they were not suppose to be. They would jump the fences, push the gates open, jump off or out of the vehicles, and take off after whatever we pointed at. They kept the young ones growing up as well as the older ones swinging very occupied and loved to play and guard their masters. They were all missed dearly by someone.
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