Superstition Stories

Here I sit writing. Pardon me a moment. Something is poking me in the butt. Ouch, that hurt, as I pull a feather out of my butt cheek. I feel several other pin feathers there. I scratch my head with wonder. Why am I growing tail feathers? Am I changing and if so why? I eat a lot of chicken and eggs. I think I developed some chicken traits lately. I scratch around looking for nothing in particular. I flap my arms, but get...

I'm not a superstitious person. Really, I'm not. But I don't like black cats. They're bad luck. And walking under ladders is an absolute no-no! But, as I said, I'm not superstitious. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Silly woman thinks there's a difference between superstition and bad luck. Well, there is! It's spelt differently, isn't it? Yes? Exactly! Now, let me tell you about the morning I had, then maybe you will und...