<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059200186469842248</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:13:35.948-07:00</updated><category term='14.Glossary'/><category term='05.The Last Sardine'/><category term='04.Channelling'/><category term='03.Fish and Chips and Chips'/><category term='01.Quid for a Cornish Hen'/><category term='02.Mummers Inc'/><title type='text'>Quid for a Cornish Hen</title><subtitle type='html'>"Quid for a Cornish Hen" is a collection of short stories telling the tale of Elizabeth Atkinson, a nine year old girl living in the village of Truro, located in Cornwall, England. The collection of stories illustrates the culture, cuisine, music, festivals, folklore, and family life of the common English family. Written for ages 8-10.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Balthazar E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059200186469842248.post-1564720217754899250</id><published>2009-10-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:29:29.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='05.The Last Sardine'/><title type='text'>The Last Sardine</title><content type='html'>A table of eight gathered in the old mansion's front lobby. They had been playing cards for quite some time, but were quite done with that. At that moment, mother suggested a game of sardines.&lt;div&gt;"Sardines? What is that?" asked Lizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know it what it is," said Molly, "It's hide-and-go-seek in reverse."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whatever do you mean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Instead of everyone but one person hiding, only one person hides. That person is the sardine. The rest of us are ducks.  The ducks count to 100, then they go hunting for the sardine. After we find you, we hide, too. The last person to find the group becomes the sardine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All ye All ye Outs in Free"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Olly Olly Oxen Free"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059200186469842248-1564720217754899250?l=quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1564720217754899250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-sardine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/1564720217754899250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/1564720217754899250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-sardine.html' title='The Last Sardine'/><author><name>Balthazar E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059200186469842248.post-8054226940032606925</id><published>2009-01-12T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:33:40.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='04.Channelling'/><title type='text'>Channelling</title><content type='html'>Each and every Sunday morning, Elizabeth's father would rise just before dawn. Before he read the morning edition, before he drank his glass of grape juice, and even before he put on a ful set of clothing, he changed into his swim trunks and flip-flops and got into his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove his car to the shore and parked it in an empty parking lot behind Fred's Public House No. 1. He stretched for a little while. Afterwards, he waded into the surf and swam into the English Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had followed this routine precisely every Sunday for as long as he lived in St. Ives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059200186469842248-8054226940032606925?l=quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8054226940032606925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/channelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/8054226940032606925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/8054226940032606925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/channelling.html' title='Channelling'/><author><name>Balthazar E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059200186469842248.post-3621541281514117828</id><published>2009-01-12T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:23:21.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='03.Fish and Chips and Chips'/><title type='text'>Fish and Chips and Chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059200186469842248-3621541281514117828?l=quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3621541281514117828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/chips-with-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/3621541281514117828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/3621541281514117828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/chips-with-fish.html' title='Fish and Chips and Chips'/><author><name>Balthazar E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059200186469842248.post-3890713754012801299</id><published>2009-01-12T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:55:14.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='02.Mummers Inc'/><title type='text'>Mummers, Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059200186469842248-3890713754012801299?l=quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3890713754012801299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/mummers-inc_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/3890713754012801299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/3890713754012801299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/mummers-inc_12.html' title='Mummers, Inc.'/><author><name>Balthazar E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059200186469842248.post-1902126153969484502</id><published>2009-01-12T02:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:54:47.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='01.Quid for a Cornish Hen'/><title type='text'>Quid for a Cornish Hen</title><content type='html'>"Grannie!" called Elizabeth. There was no answer. "Grandma Margaret!" "In here, dearie," called Grandma Margaret. She was in the kitchen with three other women&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059200186469842248-1902126153969484502?l=quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1902126153969484502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/mummers-inc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/1902126153969484502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/1902126153969484502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/mummers-inc.html' title='Quid for a Cornish Hen'/><author><name>Balthazar E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059200186469842248.post-2143973638781772123</id><published>2009-01-12T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:07:40.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14.Glossary'/><title type='text'>Glossary</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Atkinson - growing up in Truro. Cornwall, England. Elizabeth is the middle child in a family of five children. 3 girls, 2 boys. (Elizabeth has two brothers and two sisters.) They live in an extended cottage, near the confluence of the three rivers of Truro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Margaret Drury&lt;br /&gt;Father Matthew Atkinson&lt;br /&gt;Mother Chelsea Atkinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059200186469842248-2143973638781772123?l=quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2143973638781772123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/quid-for-cornish-hen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/2143973638781772123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059200186469842248/posts/default/2143973638781772123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quidforacornishhen.blogspot.com/2009/01/quid-for-cornish-hen.html' title='Glossary'/><author><name>Balthazar E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
