Username: .Peach.
Kora's Name: Loki
Gender: Male
Story:A baby chick poked its tiny head out of its shell, peeping pitifully as it saw the light for the first time. It was an adventitious hatchling, the egg was supposedly not fertile, but the little chick wanted life. And so it hatched. The baby chick was ambulatory in the very first 5 minutes of her life; her mother helping her along. After some thought, her mother named this special little chick Rose. This is the story of Rose’s life; in her own words.
“I don’t need your advice!” vituperated the farmer to the professional veterinarian. He had made a huge dictum about not needing vets to tend to his chickens. I got really annoyed because he expatiated on every single detail. I had hated that farmer ever since he had killed my mother by not letting the vet heal her.
As he raged on and on about not needing vets for his sick chickens, I pecked and poked my delicate beak at the hard, dry food that he insisted on feeding us. It was disgusting, and so was the water. I do not drink the water he gives us; I drink from the stream behind the house. Since I did not drink the dirty water, I was one of the lucky chickens that had not gotten sick from it. I had to stay outside with all the other healthy chickens that were healthy. Half of all the chickens had this terribly disease. “I hate that farmer so much!” I screamed inwardly. Letting out an angry cluck, I went back to listening to the farmer yell at the vet.
“You killed my chickens the last time you came here!” The farmer speciously accused the vet.
She truncated his speech with a riposte,” If you want your chickens to die, fine! I’m leaving this dump!” She turned on her heels and left.
The farmer vituperated many angry words after her, then turned back to the house muttering, “Good riddance.”
I watched him as he walked past the crowded pen where all the sick chickens were. He opened the hatch to look inside, and then slammed it shut again. I lowered my head sadly. I just had to get away from this dump!
~A few days later~
I woke up to the sound of a cricket chirping. Since the day the vet had come by, 20 chickens had died. I had known those chickens, and yet the farmer would do nothing to help them. He merely checked every day to see which ones had died, loaded them onto the truck, and drove off. I was disgusted.
By now, I had decided I could no longer live with this; I would run away and find a new owner. Nevertheless, I needed to wait for the right time. This would be my big break, and I sure was not going to mess it up!
I got to my feet quietly and stealthily, making sure not to wake anyone. They all slept quietly; it was very early in the morning. Opening the hatch with my beak, I stepped out into the darkness. Walking towards the road, I turned back one last time to say goodbye. I would not miss this place, but it had been my home. Then I shook my head, and walked straight to the edge of the road.
“Rose? Can I come too?” I jumped, startled. A little chick, Misty, looked up at me, tears in her eyes. Her mother had died the day before, and Misty was heartbroken. I had not wanted to take anyone with me, but the moment I looked into her eyes, I knew it was meant to be. I would take little Misty with me.
“Of course, sweetheart… Be brave, okay?” I said in a soothing tone. “Just follow me, we’ll be fine.” She nodded and held her little head up high.
I looked right and left, and then nudged Misty in front of me. We crossed the road, and started on our journey to find a new home.
