Bradley kept him there to prevent Stanley from fertilizing the eggs and creating blood spots in the yolks.
In captivity, poor Stanley’s comb drooped pathetically, watching all the other chickens running restlessly in field. He spent all his days chained to a stick by a piece of bailer twine looped around his leg. Stanley was the only one of the birds that he felt pity for. Grandma Bradley openly admitted she enjoyed slaughtering them when the time came. On her farm she did not have any animals except for chickens. In captivity, poor Stanley people and eating corn on the hottest days. The one thing Charlie enjoyed doing was, hiding in the corn patches spying on eople and eating corn on the hottest days. Charlie did not like staying on the farm there was never anything fun to do. She acted like a military officer from the Second World War. I belted your father when he needed it, and make no mistake I’ll belt you. Not one of my grandchildren have brought up to mind……… I don’t jaw and blow hot air to jaw and blow hot air. If you’re like any of the rest of them I’ve had here, you’ve been raised as wild as a goddamn Indian. For example as soon as Charlie’s father’ maroon Meteor, car, pulled out of the drive way she stated “I don’t chew my words twice. His grandmother is not very open-minded and says what’s on her mind at any time. Charlie’s cousin Criselda was sent there when she became pregnant and his uncles Ernie and Ed stayed at their mother’s to hide from people. She took care of all the families problems. Grandma Bradley lived on a farm in a two-story house, with two mountainous piles of manure in the abandoned barn out back. She did not care much for her health and smoked sixty, thin individually rolled cigarettes a day.
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Charlie’s grandmother loved to spend her free time in town playing bridge, canasta or whist. She was six feet tall, strong, hefty and in terrific shape for he age. At the end of the school year, Charlie was shipped off to his grandmother’s, Grandma Bradley. Although they are father and son, Charlie does not seem to appreciate the time he spends with him. Once he had the chance to dispose of Charlie, he went to visit his wife in the hospital. In spite of the fact that Charlie portrays of his father, he was a soft and sentimental man who loved his wife. ”(3) His mother’s sickness and departure seriously afflicted his father. Charlie did not like his father very much, he described him as “…a desolate, lanky, drooping weed of a man who married late in his life but nevertheless had been easily domesticated. When Charlie’s mother got sick, his father took charge of the chores in the house. Later on that year, Mabel Bradley, his mother, was sent to the hospital because the condition of her chest had worsened. These relations and encounters with the adults had drastically matured Charlie before his time. On his days home, Charlie received glimpses into the adult world of common topics like misery and scandals. He learned that if he kept quiet and still, the adults would have labeled him to be part of the furniture. The Bradleys did not own a television set, so Charlie had to find different means of entertainment on his long sick days at home. They seemed to have both one terrible thing in common, a bad chest. Charlie had a loving mother who cared for him when he was sick. This incredible short story is about a little boy named Charlie Bradley, who isn’t like all the other kids his age.
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