In the darkness, all I could see of the creature was its tentacles and long purple teeth, or that is what I thought when it all happened. Seeing my life flash before my eyes. The event took place when I was three. It was a warm sunny mid-morning, clear skies, warm breezes, and beautiful green trees all around. People say our farm is like a petting zoo because of all of the animals that we own. We let our chickens out on the weekends to graze, and fertilize the lawn. I think that we had the greenest lawn in Story County. Unlike the current time period, our dogs respected and treated our chickens as siblings. I think that the two species had a truce guaranteeing that the poultry would not be eaten if they cooperated and stayed in the front yard.
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My sisters and I were all young, imaginative, curious, and we always needed someone watching us. It was my dad’s rotation to take care of me. I was just an innocent little tot. As a dumbfounded baby, I watched my father use a screw to bind two pieces of wood together, my minute mind assuming that it was magic. My eyes were locked on the mystery that I had just witnessed, as it was so much for my teeny eyes to interpret. Meanwhile a rooster and a hen were having a standoff about three meters behind me. As you would assume (although assuming is never good) the rooster won. All of the chickens had a new respect for him. According to my witnesses the rest of the birds cleared away from their leader then seeming as they were bowing down to him. He was looking directly at me. Little did I know that I was a target, like a bull and a man wearing a red suit. The rooster picked up his foot as if to be kicking the dust behind him to get a good start at me, a fragile, clueless piece of three year old blubber. He got a good start coming at me at full speed, screaming his battle cry. He disturbed the …show more content…
As if by parental instinct, he picked me up in a blink of an eye before the enemy struck. Considering that this happened in in a blink of an eye it is believable that the rooster didn’t have time to stop before hitting the deck baseboard. Thunk! In a daze he stood up, pondering how to approach for round two. Before his plan was set in stone my dad gave him a good whopper in the butt. he flew what seemed like 16 miles, although it was about only 16 feet. That was the last ray of sunlight that rooster ever saw. The impact knocked the little devil unconscious. It was a very painless death. He didn’t even know what hit him. But there is only one thing to be said, that night for supper my mom, three sisters, Dad and I ate a bounty of roast beast drenched in barbecue sauce. Victory is
My sisters and I were all young, imaginative, curious, and we always needed someone watching us. It was my dad’s rotation to take care of me. I was just an innocent little tot. As a dumbfounded baby, I watched my father use a screw to bind two pieces of wood together, my minute mind assuming that it was magic. My eyes were locked on the mystery that I had just witnessed, as it was so much for my teeny eyes to interpret. Meanwhile a rooster and a hen were having a standoff about three meters behind me. As you would assume (although assuming is never good) the rooster won. All of the chickens had a new respect for him. According to my witnesses the rest of the birds cleared away from their leader then seeming as they were bowing down to him. He was looking directly at me. Little did I know that I was a target, like a bull and a man wearing a red suit. The rooster picked up his foot as if to be kicking the dust behind him to get a good start at me, a fragile, clueless piece of three year old blubber. He got a good start coming at me at full speed, screaming his battle cry. He disturbed the …show more content…
As if by parental instinct, he picked me up in a blink of an eye before the enemy struck. Considering that this happened in in a blink of an eye it is believable that the rooster didn’t have time to stop before hitting the deck baseboard. Thunk! In a daze he stood up, pondering how to approach for round two. Before his plan was set in stone my dad gave him a good whopper in the butt. he flew what seemed like 16 miles, although it was about only 16 feet. That was the last ray of sunlight that rooster ever saw. The impact knocked the little devil unconscious. It was a very painless death. He didn’t even know what hit him. But there is only one thing to be said, that night for supper my mom, three sisters, Dad and I ate a bounty of roast beast drenched in barbecue sauce. Victory is