This tale begins when a disaster befalls a guinea fowl who wandered away from her nest, ever so briefly. That's enough information for you to guess what happened. But, the guinea fowl was heartbroken. That set into motion a "fowl chain of events". And, it's also set to rhyme. I love to do that, and I think it makes this story such a fun read. I was introduced to so many guinea fowls while I was in Africa. It was not like I really wanted to meet them. Those birds made their presence known very early in the morning. Every morning. It was my observation that not many people slept in while I was in Africa. People who don't have electricity (and I didn't while I was a Peace Corps Volunteer), frequently go to bed when it gets dark. That's what I did. I was very well rested for those two years in Liberia. However, if you go to bed early, some people are then ready to also get up early in the morning. Not me. I had no desire to get up at five or six o'clock when it was still dark outside. But, the guinea fowls cried out and the roosters crowed each morning. And then, my neighbors also got up and started their daily activities. Maybe I just didn't have good luck with my neighbors? It was my experience that nobody in my neighborhood thought it was important to be quiet so the Peace Corps Volunteer could sleep in a little later. Honestly, I must admit that I can be very stubborn. In spite of all the noise, I always stayed in bed. I still don't like to get up before the sun.