The Farmer Who Overslept

Now, I have a question for you. When you sit down to eat your breakfast in the morning, do you ever take a moment to think about where your eggs come from, or the milk for your cereals, or even the cereals themselves? No, I didn't think you did.

Isn't it amazing that every morning when you wake up and go downstairs to have your breakfast, there it all is, ready for you?

And do you know who makes sure the milk, eggs, cereal and bread are all there for you in the...
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Now, I have a question for you. When you sit down to eat your breakfast in the morning, do you ever take a moment to think about where your eggs come from, or the milk for your cereals, or even the cereals themselves? No, I didn't think you did.

Isn't it amazing that every morning when you wake up and go downstairs to have your breakfast, there it all is, ready for you?

And do you know who makes sure the milk, eggs, cereal and bread are all there for you in the morning? No, it's not your Mum or Dad, and it's not the farmer. It's the cockerel.

That's right, the cockerel.

Without him, you wouldn't have any breakfast at all and you'd go to school incredibly hungry. So hungry that your stomach would most certainly rumble and make gurgling noises throughout your lessons. Eventually, the teacher would send you home because your noisy stomach would have disturbed the rest of your class.

But I bet you never give the cockerel a second thought. I mean, have you ever seen a label on the milk carton that says 'Milk, delivered to your door by the cockerel'? Or 'the finest bread, made from the finest wheat, harvested and baked by the cockerel'? No, you haven't.

He never gets a mention, and I think he should. Why? Because every single morning, whether it be the weekend, a Bank Holiday, Easter or Christmas Day, whether it is sunny, raining or snowing, there he is, crowing as loudly as he can, to wake everyone up.

If he didn't wake up the farmer, the cows wouldn't get milked. The butter wouldn't be made from the milk, and there would be no toast to put the butter on anyway because the wheat would not be harvested and milled into flour to make the bread that made the toast. And I haven't even mentioned the eggs that wouldn't be collected. The list is endless.

All in all, it would be a complete disaster!

Does he get any thanks? Absolutely not! And that is very sad indeed for someone who never ever has a day off.

Now, I know that you are probably sitting there shrugging your shoulders because, since the day you were born, the cockerel has been there to make sure you have your breakfast.

But just for a moment try and imagine if he wasn't.

Well, what I'm about to tell you is the true story of the day he wasn't there.

The day the farmer overslept!