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New Chicks
My name is Jonathan H., I was a 10 year old boy that has many hobbies, I am a young boy with no stress to worry about. Without the stress that I have now, I would spend more time outside, when i'm outside, I really like to be around animals. My cousin, named Charity loves to play with animals. She has long black hair and is really short. She would try to pet every kind of animal she saw. One day, my dad, a workman who really likes to go for walks after a long day of work. Told us that we were finally old enough to have a house pet, me and my brother, who was a short 12 year old were both very excited. We went to pick up my cousin Charity, my cousin, my brother, my dad, and me went to the pet store nearest our house. When we got to the pet store, we all raced out of the car and into to pet store hoping to find each of our favorite dream pets, I wanted to get a dog, my brother wanted a cat, and Charity wanted a hamster. But my dad had other ideas, he went straight to the back of the pet store and I saw him talking to the store manager. When all of us got to the back of the store, my dad told us that we were going to have pet chicks.
A few minutes later, my dad told us to get back into the car even though we hadn’t obtained the chicks yet. I asked my dad why we were going home without chicks, and my dad said that they didn’t sell chicks anymore. But me and my brother begged my dad to drive to the next closest pet store. My dad told us that the next nearest pet store that had chicks not including the one we just went to was a two hour drive away. When we got home, I thought of a brilliant plan, the plan was to go to my grandparents house, that was near the pet store and stay there awhile, and when we are going to leave, we can go to the pet store. My dad thought that was a good idea, so we packed our bags packed up and went on the two hour drive. I think the only reason my dad wanted those chicks was because when he was little, he lived in farm with his father where they had chicks, pigs, and cows. After a few days at my grandparents’ place we went to the pet store, we got chicks at the last, there were only six chicks left, but we only wanted five, but we took all six just because we thought that one chicks might feel lonely by itself at the time. I thought the chicks were really cute, my dad’s idea was to let the chicks grow up and then kill them to eat, but my brother thought it was a really bad idea because you will need to pluck all the chicken feathers and you don’t know what the chickens will be eating.
When we got the pet chicks, I saw two were black, both of the chicks were really small, two were white, and two were brown. When we got back home. I noticed that one of the white chicks were really big and all the other ones were really small, I asked my dad why that was, but he stated that he didn’t know. In my mind I knew that he knew, he just wouldn't tell me at the time. All Charity wanted to do was to pet the chicks because she thought the chicks wouldn't care. But the chicks did care, just as she touched one chick, she screamed because all the chicks started running around in a big cardboard box trying to get away from my cousin. Charity was really confused on why the chicks had run away from her. Then my dad told her that they ran away from her because she was much bigger than the chicks, now she knew to always pet the chicks softly. Just a few weeks later, after most of the chicks had grown their feathers, one chicken died. It was the really big and fat white chick. When the chick had died, my dad went over to me and said that the chick was too overweight, and that was why it had died. A few months later Charity came back to look for the chicks, but she looking in the garage where they used to be, but they weren't there, so she asked me where the chicks were and I said that they were not chicks anymore. She asked me what happened to them, and I said that they had become chickens, I told her to come into the backyard. Right as she saw the chicks that had become chickens, she immediately asked “Why are they so ugly?” I answered that they were the same chicks that she thought were cute.
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This piece was for a 7th grade language arts class. I want anyone to know that chickens are the same animal as chicks even if a chick is cuter than a chicken.