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These days, there are plenty of questions floating around about chickens and eggs; which came first, whether green eggs are nutritious with ham if eaten in a boat, etc, etc. This, like most other things, got me thinking about me. I realized that no one really even knows about your’s truly! Well, I shan’t deprive you any longer. Have a seat and get ready for all the twists and turns of my scrambled tale. I’ll try not to exaggerate. Rest assured, everything turns out sunny-side-up!

My story begins right here, at Glenbrook. My parents, Poultree and Poultra, grew up on this property, and their ancestors have lived here for as long as Willowgrove Creek has flowed through these here parts. I was the last hatched of three dozen and one eggs, so I always had plenty of playmates. My real name is Lester Thuh Chicken, but my sisters and brothers used to play a game where they would throw me about. They gave me the name Chuck Thuh Chicken, and the world got a fun new game, chuck the chicken, now played at camps the world over. Unbeknownst to my siblings, that game aggravated my motion sickness, which ruined my appetite, which stunted my growth. That simply wouldn’t do, and so I took to a diet rich in fruits and veggies, and voila, I grew to become one of the largest chickens in the Western hemisphere! So eat your fruits and veggies, kids! I kept the name Chuck, but I never throw anyone. The only thing I chuck these days are compliments! Well, maybe a dodgeball or water balloon once in a while, but hey, no one’s perfect!

Glenbrook was established in the same year that I burst forth from my egg, 1968. Right from the start, I couldn’t get enough of camp. But that didn’t go over so well! Why, you ask? Well, my parents didn’t think that a camp was the place for a chicken. Plus, no counsellors or campers ever knew that I was in their group. They just assumed that I was some chicken that had managed to get out of the barn. And so it was with a heavy gizzard that I left Glenbrook to explore the big wide world. I spent close to three decades away from camp, doing all sorts of things. I was Chuck the Himalayan Sherpa, Chuck the Self-Help Guru, Chuck the Stunt Double for Chuck Norris, and Dr. Chuck, Maxillofacial Surgeon. I tried job after job, but nothing was quite like camp. So, after so long away from my home, the coop I flew when I was but a spring chicken, I finally made the decision to return to Glenbrook.

Imagine my shock when, upon arriving home, I found out that my family had moved to Florida! They always did love huge groves of grapefruit, and who can blame them. Anyways, I was so sad that my motion sickness, latent for all those years, acted up again. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed! Thankfully, a kindly saint of a woman named Sarah Dougald was there for me. It turns out that she is the camp director at Glenbrook now. For days she was there to feed me creamed corn, and preen my feathers. Once I was feeling better, Sarah gave me a generous helping of good news! She offered me a job at Glenbrook as the new camp mascot, and I wouldn’t even need to put on a costume! Refusing this opportunity was simply not an option!

Well, that’s my story. The rest is history!