I remember reading in the new Ottawa elementary school, when my mother bought me at the market a chicken, I can love, and it is long with a round yo head, pointed a small mouth, small, bright eyes, golden Feather covered with the body, are extremely cute.
Four weeks later, I put the chicken on the playground to play, let it breathe, but after school, it disappeared. Because that day, the sky suddenly began to rain heavily, so there is no way our whole family to look for chicks. By evening, the rain stopped, and our family are all anxious to find chicks. I thought the chicks would be hiding in the bushes, the ground under the trees, or the corridor outside the classroom, but we exhausted all primary schools throughout the xinwo not find chicks. I was very sad, and anxious to have turned the whole way over, my father saw my sad appearance, even the toilet ever allowed. We find again and again. However, I could not find my chicken, my chicken is really gone.
We have returned to Wen, the thought of my chicken, I get sad tears fall down the pit. Sleep at night, I cried, and while crying while shouting: My chickens do not, and I want my chicken. To now, I see the chickens, they would think of the bird before the chicks. My father refused to buy me chicken, for fear I was too sad.