Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Family Story

I also thought this was due thursday....sorry.

When I was little we lived in India and we had our own little group of chickens that we fed and then, eventually we ate. I used to want to go play with them but my parents knew that the rooster of the group was very territorial and aggressive. We even have a picture of me trying to chase the rooster....We had a boarder on the bottom floor of our house and one of his hands was just a stump. My parents told me that his hand was bitten off by angry chickens. Needless to say, I never tried to play with the chickens again.

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