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Title: Make Mine Homogenized

Author: Rick Raphael

Illustrator: Freas

Release Date: January 2, 2008 [EBook #24119]

Language: English

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MAKE MINE HOMOGENIZED

By RICK RAPHAEL

Illustrated by Freas

Anyone looking for guaranteed sound science will have to look
elsewhere. But if it's fun you want ... try the world's most potent
eggnog!

"Shoo," Hetty Thompson cried, waving her battered old felt hat at the
clucking cluster of hens eddying around her legs as she plowed through
the flock towards the chicken house. "Scat. You, Solomon," she called
out, directing her words at the bobbing comb of the big rooster
strutting at the edge of the mob. "Don't just stand there like a
satisfied cowhand after a night in Reno. Get these noisy females outta
my way." She batted at the hens and they scattered with angry squawks
of protest.

Hetty paused in the doorway of the chicken house to allow her eyes to
become accustomed to the cool gloom after the bright glare of the ranch
yard. She could feel the first trickles of sweat forming under the
man's shirt she was wearing as the hot, early morning Nevada sun beat
down on her back in the doorway.

Moving carefully but quickly through the nests, she reached and groped
for the eggs she knew would be found in the scattered straw. As she
placed each find carefully in the bucket she carried, her lips moved in
a soundless count. When she had finished, she straightened up and left
the chicken house, her face reflecting minor irritation.

Again the hens swirled about her, hoping for the handfuls of cracked
corn she usually tossed to them. On the other side of the yard Solomon
stepped majestically along the edge of the vegetable garden,