Last year my daughter won a baby chicken in one of the games held at her school’s annual family day. We didn’t think anything of it, because she had won some before and they all had died. I know real cruel. but they are really cute, and who can resist their ‘Peo, Peo.’ Well 11 months later, that baby chicken had grown into a rooster. Then that rooster began to welcome the day ‘Cock-a-doodle-doing,’ right outside my bedroom window. So we decided that he had to go. So one day we loaded him into the back of the van and set off into the country-side. Our goal: find a new home for Chicken. Yes that was his name, uh did I mention that we also have a rabbit? His name is Bunny. I’m sure you can guess what we call the goldfish.

Well not too far into our trip we spotted a bunch of chickens running around a house. We quickly pulled over. As I sat in the van before getting out, I quickly thought “What the hell am I going to say? This is kinda weird.” I knew if I thought too long it would get weirder by the second, so iI jumped out and ran accross the street.

In spanish, I quickly rambled out that my duaghter had won this chicken and that it was starting to crow, and that we certainly couldn’t have that in our neighborhood. And oh by the way, do you want a rooster. The young shirtless boy looked at me and I’m sure thought to himself. What is this crazy Gringo talking about? He looked at me and then I motioned to the van, and started across the street. He followed me. I opened the trunk and then he said to himself, “Oh a chicken!” I asked him once again if he wanted him. He shook his head and mumbled something like “Um, sure.”

I got him out and handed him over. I gave him the last of Chicken’s food and he thanked me. He told me that they were at my service there at his house for whatever, and he set off across the street towards his house. By this time his family had gathered around outside of their house awaiting the young boy. As I was closing the door, I turned to look at the family. He was proudly showing his mother Chicken and she exclaimed “How beautiful!” I closed the door, started the van and drove off. My daughters were happy and started peppering me with questions about what I said, and what he said, and whether he was going to be happy there. I hope he is. I hope he sings his head off every morning, has many lovers, and raises many children. So here as my photo upload test is Chicken: