Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in the Valley of the Mohawk, there existed a very proud tribe of Indians, called the Iroquois. These brave Indians were famous for their warriors and shamans and were known throughout the Valley as extremely adept at both fighting their enemies and healing the sick with magical powers. An extremely potent talisman was made by the shaman from chicken feathers and corn leaves. It was woven together by the shaman himself, using porcupine quills, deer sinew and wax from local bees. This talisman was deemed so powerful that no one but the maker was allowed to touch it and it was carefully stored by burying it in the ground, wrapped in corn leaves soaked in river water. It was only brought out on very serious occasions, when it appeared that all other attempts at healing had failed.

The photo that I posted below is one of these talismans. It was discovered when an excavation crew was digging for a Wal-Mart store and came upon an Indian burial ground. It is extremely rare and very sacred.

Now, for the real story:

Once upon a time, in the Valley of the Mohawk, there was a little family that lived in a beautiful countryside and loved all animals. There were dogs, cats, ducks, rabbits and lots of fish. But, something was missing, so the family purchased a horse.

After a while, the family decided the horse needed a companion, so off to the auction they went in search of a goat.

Alas, there was no goat to be found, but there were some swell Rhode Island Red chicks that were just too cute to leave.

So, now, Skittles the horse has a whole bunch of new chick friends. And, they all lived happily ever after.

And, that's the truth.