Have you ever seen the Chuss'k?

That was the first question ever asked to me. Really, I wasn't old enough to understand it then, the meaning, let alone the sounds. On the night of my entrance into this world a Voodoo man breathed it into my soft, newborn ears, and in my mind it formed a nest, where a single Chuss'k egg would rest. And if it hatched...

    At the local Chuss'k fest,

    I would be a guest.

*Thank You