Feeding+the+Wild+Boars

I stand in front of the avairy door, staring at the wild boars. They really are chickens, but they're just as mean as wild boars and you never know what they're going to do.

I creep up to the avairy. The avairy has a wooden frame, inbetween the wooden frames are screens. Through the screens, I see the meanist rooster in front, Gangiskahnn. Gangiskahnn is a white rooster, with a beard and a comb, like the ones you see in cartoons. But the ones on cartoons are usualy nice, gangis kahnn is on the evil side. But on this day, when I saw him, I had no idea that this was going to be my worst time ever, that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

My heart begins to thud. Taking a few steps closer to the sqealing chickens, I turn to see if anyone was watching, because I definitly didn't want anyone to see what usually happens when I feed the chickens. My heart begins to pound. The door seems to spin I blink a couple of times until my vison was straight.

Yanking the door open I through the food, OOPS! pail went with it. My dad was going to kill me ! " don't throw the pail", he had said. 'only the food." I slammed the door shut. It wouldn't shut.

"Why isn't it shutting?" I thought. I glanced down, I gasped I was slamming the door on a chickens leg! I've never hurt an animal in my life! My heart was no longer thuding, it was racing faster than a horse could run. The chicken is black with white spotts. It stared up as if an owl was swoping down ready to have it for dinner. It stared up as if pleading for mercy. My legs felt like jello. Without thinking I opened the door to relieve the poor chicken.

Now my eyes grew wide.The chickens piled out of the aviary. So what did I do? I did the only thing that was logicle to do. I turned to run for my life,to the only safe place, my house. Only when I looked back was when I noticed that leading the pack was gangis kahnn. I saw my dad in the kitchen window. He opened the door for me. I his mouth was pursed, his eyebrows were scrunched and I could clearly see the anger fireing in his eyes. I new now that he had been watching. I didn't say anything. "That chicken wont live", he growled.

He stormed out the door, I chased after him. "what are you doing?" I asked. Without a reply, he picked up the poor chicken, grabed the head and the neck, twisted and pulled. the two body parts went in seperat directions, I think I went deaf for that moment, as I stared at the gruesome sight.

Blood spattered to the ground. The white, bloody, body had red specks of blood. It hopped around as if it was a deranged little elf. I cuoldn't watch. And then I noticed the head, at least two feet away my own feet, the eyes had no expression, I feel terrible! The chicken was begging to keep its life. And now it is dead. "Go get the eggs." my dad grunted.

Sorrowfully, I slugged to the coop. All the hens that were resting, fluttered out, as if making room for me to gather their precios babies. "Well that was easy," I muttered to myself.

I only ended up with about six eggs. This was the worst time I have ever fed the ' wild boars'. I definitly couldn't wait until winter, when I didn't have to feed the chickens.