One day the rooster said to the little red wagon, “Little red wagon, I’ve sung my song. Won’t you give a me a ride around the farm?” “No,” the little red wagon said. So the rooster went to the raincloud and said, “Raincloud, raincloud, chase the little red wagon so it will give me a ride around the farm.” But the raincloud also said no. The rooster then went to the wind. “Wind, wind, blow the raincloud so it will chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon will give me a ride around the farm.” “No,” the wind said. So the rooster went to the child and said, “Child, hunt the wind with a glass jar so it will blow the raincloud, and the raincloud will chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon will give me a ride around the farm.” “No way,” the child said. So the rooster went to the bee and said, “Bee, bee, sting the child so it will hunt the wind with a glass jar, and the wind will blow the raincloud, and the raincloud will chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon will give me a ride around the farm.” But the bee would not sting the child, the child would not hunt the wind with a glass jar, the wind would not blow the raincloud, and the raincloud would not chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon would not give the rooster a ride around the farm. “Ask the skunk,” the little red wagon said. So the rooster went to the skunk and said, “Skunk, skunk, shake the bee’s hive so it will sting the child, and the child will hunt the wind with a glass jar, the wind will blow the raincloud, the raincloud will chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon will give me a ride around the farm.” “No,” the skunk said. So the rooster went to the owl and said, “Owl, owl, descend upon the skunk so it will shake the bee’s hive, the bee will sting the child, the child will hunt the wind with a glass jar, the wind will blow the raincloud, the raincloud will chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon will give me a ride around the farm.” But the owl also said no. So the rooster went to the sun and said, “Sun, sun, stay another day and frustrate the owl so it will descend upon the skunk, and the skunk will shake the bee’s hive, the bee will sting the child, the child the will hunt the wind with a glass jar, the wind the will blow the raincloud, the raincloud will chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon will give me a ride around the farm. And so the sun stayed another day and began to frustrate the owl, and the owl began to descend upon the skunk, the skunk began to shake the bee’s hive, the bee began to sting the child, the child began to hunt the wind with a glass jar, the wind began to blow the raincloud, the raincloud began to chase the little red wagon, and the little red wagon began to sing.

 
 
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Henry Finch

HENRY FINCH is a graduate of the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop. His poetry appears in jubilat, Denver Quarterly, Seattle Review, Prelude, North American Review, Massachusetts Review, and many others journals. He lives across the river in Burlington.

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