Seriously, chicken talk

"Don't run, you stop!" After hearing this sentence, you must think I'm chasing a naughty little brother or sister, right? But neither, just a chicken at home. It was a tense period in my junior high school. In order to relax me, my mother bought me a chicken with a hairball. Although small, it is really "as big as a chicken"!

Listen, I'll tell you some good things my chicken did first. This little guy has been restless since he came to my house. Just a few days after I arrived, I began to "make a big fuss." How can a low and small milk box trap it? Look, it flapped its wings twice and flew out easily. According to incomplete statistics, my father changed his nest at least three times-once bigger and once higher, but all of them successfully flew. Therefore, when going home every afternoon, the first thing the whole family should do is to carefully survey every corner of the house to prevent a chicken from "mysteriously fleeing" again. As long as you dare to let it out, wow, that's terrible. Sofa, chair ... even the stove can't escape its claws. No matter what happens, jump up and walk twice first, and walk slowly, as if to say, "hmm ... this place is nice!" "

This is not the only interesting thing. On a sunny morning, my mother watched TV while washing clothes in the living room. Of course, being around her is indispensable. After a while, my mother went to the toilet with dirty water from washing clothes. It followed curiously, and her calves ran fast. Watching his mother pour a basin of dirty water into the toilet, he wondered-what is this? If you can't see clearly below, fly up. Standing by the toilet, it began to think about the most complicated question in its Chicken Health: What is this? Little sofa? Then why is there water in it? My lunch box? No, it's square, it's round ... the more I think about it, the more dizzy I feel. It opened its eyes and looked in. The water was getting deeper and bigger. As a result, it plopped, gloriously breaking the Guinness World Record-becoming the first chicken to swim in the toilet. Fortunately, it was clever and immediately called for reinforcements, otherwise it would be dedicated to philosophy.

Since the "philosophical incident", chickens have become more and more attached to their fathers and always follow them everywhere. To my little master's surprise, he actually used his father's slippers as a chicken nest. Every day after lunch, father sleeps in bed and chicken sleeps in shoes. Snoring in bed, turning over my shoes, shaking my hair and sleeping soundly. What puzzles me so far is that dad is recognized as the "king of smelly feet" in our family. Why does the chicken like to drill into his shoes?

For more than half a year, I scraped the windowsill, pecked the rice bag, slept on the sofa and visited the "supermarket" (dormitory) ... and never left it behind. With its growth, its crazy spirit has become "going up a flight of stairs". In view of the chicken's persistent education, mother finally decided to marry it off. Maybe it is now "mother hen", but I still miss the happiness it once added to our family. This also makes me understand a truth, as long as you care for your life with love, you will certainly be able to reap the happiness and satisfaction of life.