The Easter Chick
April 28th, 2010
MelodicMom sends in this happy Easter tale:
When I was very young, my crazy aunt decided to give me a baby chick for Easter as a pet (to my parents' horror). I was a huge animal lover and proudly named my chick "Chicky." I had overheard a relative say that it was dumb for someone to give young children chicks as pets, and that the chicks should be free. I didn't want my little chick to be a prisoner, so I marched outside, threw Chicky in the air, and yelled, "You're free Chicky! Fly away!!"
Poor Chicky hit the ground. No one told me that he couldn't fly.
Post Image: grendelkhan
Related posts:
- Animals |
(12 votes, average: 3.92 out of 5)
Loading ...
The question on everyone's mind: Did Chicky survive the impact?
No; Chicky died in the middle of the night. I had him in an open shoe box and he slowly chirped all night long, and then it stopped. Poor little Chicky even imprinted on me before that, so he used to follow/chase me everywhere like I was his mom. I had my dad make a huge wooden cross (like 2 1/2 feet) to go on his little grave in the back yard, and I decorated his grave with stones. Yes it was excessive, but I was an only child, so I guess they felt bad.