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Deep in the heart of Texas was a very successful farmer
named James Johnson. Mr. Johnson was known across the whole state for his
wonderful crops. Many people wondered how Mr. Johnson was so successful. They
were often puzzled by how one man could look over such a large amount of land
without any help. While other farmers attempted to have large farms like Mr.
Johnson’s, the wild coyotes always ravaged the crops. Despite their bafflement,
the other farmers were never brave enough to ask Mr. Johnson what his key to
success was.
One day, deciding he could contain his curiosity no longer,
one of the younger farmers, Rick Harrison, went to Mr. Johnson’s farm to see if
he could uncover the secret to his success. As he approached the front door of
Mr. Johnson’s house, he noticed a dog. Although dogs were very popular,
especially among farmers, there was something different about this dog. He
appeared more prideful, almost arrogant in fact, compared to the other dogs
Rick had seen before.
Nevertheless, Rick kept walking past the dog and rang Mr.
Johnson’s doorbell. “Well, hello there, Rick,” said Mr. Johnson as he opened
the screen door. “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be tending to your
crops?”
“Actually, Mr. Johnson, that is why I am here. I have been
tirelessly tending to my crops, but no matter what I do, they do not grow. And
the ones that do grow get ransacked by the wild coyotes at night. I was hoping
you could give me some advice.”
Mr. Johnson stood there for a moment, contemplating whether
or not he should share his secret with the young farmer. On one hand, he felt
pity for him. How would he ever be able to provide for a wife and children if
he could not grow his crops? But on the other hand, he was suspicious of him.
How could he be sure that he would keep the secret to himself? Despite his
better judgment, Mr. Johnson replied, “Come in and have a seat.”
The two farmers sat and talked for a long while. Mr. Johnson
told him all of his farming techniques: when to water, how much seed to sow,
when to plow, and so on and so forth. Of course this was all stuff that Rick
already knew. Rick was just about to lose his patience with Mr. Johnson when he
saw that peculiar looking dog again.
“Mr. Johnson,” Rick interrupted. “Can you tell me more about
that dog?”
“Why that’s my ole hound, Copper. He’s the most loyal dog I
have ever seen. He sticks by my side all day long, and then at night, he keeps
a close watch over the farm.”
Just then, Rick had an epiphany. It was the dog. The dog was
the secret to Mr. Johnson’s success. Abruptly, he thanked Mr. Johnson for his
time, and ran back to his own farm. He began working on a plan to kidnap
Copper.
That night, Rick returned to Mr. Johnson’s farm with an
empty feed sack and a plate of table scraps. He was going to lure Copper away
from the front porch and then wrap him up in the sack so he could take him home
for himself.
Copper spotted Rick as he approached the front porch and
immediately began to growl. However, he soon smelled the table scraps that Rick
had with him. The enticing smell of food distracted Copper, and before he knew
it, he was wrapped up in the empty feed sack.
Rick ran home with the captured canine. Upon returning to
his own farm, Rick tied up the dog outside, and then went inside to get a little
sleep before the sun came up.
However, when the sun began to rise, Rick looked out the
window and realized that Copper was gone. He quickly looked around the yard,
but was unable to find the dog.
Turned out, Copper navigated his way back to his own farm.
But when he got there, he realized the wild coyotes had devastated the crops.
Mr. Johnson, looking very disappointed, stood on the porch waiting for him.
Ashamed of what he had done, Copper hung his head, tucked his tail, and laid
down on the porch. From that day on, he was never the confident and prideful
dog that he was before.
Author’s Note
The original story, Why the Dog's Ears Flop, is the story of how
the dog lost its pride. In the story, the dog decides to leave his wild
cousins, the wolves, and live in an Indian camp. The dog agreed to keep away
enemies if the Indians would share their meat with him. The dog did a good job
of holding up his end of the deal for a while. However, one night his cousins
came to visit the camp, and tricked the dog into thinking that they just wanted
to see how he liked living with the Indians. While some of the wolves
distracted the dog by talking to him, the others stole all the meat from the
camp. Realizing what was happening, the dog began to bark to alert the Indians,
but it was too late. The Indians scorned the dog, and from then on, he had
floppy ears and a floppy tail.
Bibliography
Book: When the Storm God Rides: Tejas and Other Indian Legends
Author: Florence Stratton
Year: 1936
Web Source: Un-Textbook
Shelbi, I really enjoyed this retelling, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for poor Copper. It seemed like he was a very loyal helper around the farm and contributed to a lot of Mr. Johnson's success. It is sad that one small mistake--merely following a dog's instincts--could cause that much disappointment and guilt. These feelings that you stirred up are a true testament to your skill as a storyteller! Great job!
ReplyDeleteI caught myself saying "Awwwww poor Copper" and the end of this story. Poor pup, it was not even his fault that the coyotes destroyed the crops. I really like this retelling of the story you wrote. Although I did not read the original one, your Author's Note indicate that you were able to capture the original theme in your retelling of the story, so great job!
ReplyDeleteHey Shelbi!
ReplyDeleteI loved your retelling of this story, it was perfectly written. Like the other commenters though, I couldn't help from feeling a little sad for poor Copper. It wasn't even really his fault! He made one little mistake and that mean neighbor stole him from his guarding duty. I haven't read the original story, but it definitely seems you stuck to the moral of the tale.