on May 18, 1878.
âThe town adopted the motto âChange Is for the Betterâ and the chicken as its official mascot. Thatâs why youâll find a chicken on the egg-shaped town seal, encircled by the motto and holding two crossed sticks of dynamite in its claws. And in spite of his objections, youâll also find a statue of Chang erected in the middle of Town Square. Itâs out in front of the courthouse, with two chickens in his lap and one at his feet. And right there on the monument, youâll find these words carved in stone: âChang, Founding Father of Change, Washington. September 8, 1830 â April 12, 1892.ââ
Mr. Beedle fell silent and leaned back in his rocking chair and sipped his coffee. He noticed the look of confusion on my face. He was just waiting for me to ask the question he knew I was going to ask.
âThis isnât Change, Washington. Itâs Boomtown . And it isnât on a hill. Itâs mostly flat. It doesnât fit your story.â
Paul smiled and said, âWell, young feller, thatâs a mystery, of course, since the only one who really knows what happened is Chang himself. He died on the same day the town of Change changed forever, so of course we canât ask him . You could ask Olaf Stevenson or maybe Klaus Kanderhoffen if you get the chance. They lived here back in those days.â
Sarah persisted. âBut what happened? Whyâd they change the name of the town?â
âWell, young lady, thereâs a couple of theories floating around, but hereâs what I think. It was way too dangerous to be storing the gunpowder and dynamite and fireworks and Hen Grenades and everything else Chang was making right out in the open. All you needed was a spark, and this whole townâd go up like a tinderbox!
âSo Chang started stockpiling the inventory down in the caves and tunnels that were dug all over the place, like holes in Swiss cheese. It was a pretty good idea, seeing that there were miles and miles of tunnels down there, what with the mining for gold and then the digging for sulfur. Besides, it was as dry as a cigar box down under the ground.â
âThat was a good idea!â Sarah said.
âMaybe so, maybe not. Some think another one of Changâs chickens got loose and went down into the tunnels. It got into a stockpile of POPcorn, and you remember what happened the first time! Chang went chasing after it as it flew from one cave into the next. The story goes that the chicken flew up onto a shelf and it started to cluck like crazy. When the bird got finished, there was a fresh new Hen Grenade. âCourse, it was round , so it started to roll down the shelfâChang dove in there and almost caught it.
And then . . .â
âWhat? What happened?â
âNothinâ. The egg was a dud. It just bounced.â
âIt didnât blow up?â
âNope. But thatâs not the end of the story. Chang was so happy that he started jumping up and down and cheering. Scared the chicken half to death, and it laid another eggâBOOM! Up went the chicken. Up went the gunpowder. No more Chang.â
I looked out over the fields in front of us, as flat as the eye could see with hills rising up in the distance. âBut you said this town was on top of a hill . Weâre in a valley.â
âThatâs what I said. It used to be on a hill, until that egg went kablooey. It set off a chain reaction. First the Hen Grenade, then the fireworks, then the dynamite, then the black powder, and all the sulfur and so on and so onâyou get the picture. With all the explosives stored in the mining caves, it pretty much turned the hill inside out. Went up like a Roman candleâ whoosh! Musta really been something to see.â
âYouâre pulling my leg, right?â
âScoutsâ honor, Reverend! It was a real mess. Fortunately, no one else died in the blast, but it took moreân
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