my sis told me of a funny topic that her teacher decided to bomb her class with...
You are a chicken in a coop about to be culled because of bird flu.
that's the title... so i decided to wrie a essay since it has been 2 years that i last wrote one. i king of changed the title ... pardon my bad english... so here it goes !
name: dorothy kee cai zhen
topic: A chicken escape !
As now I lay, resting in my own tiny cozy little coop, nursing my babies, hoping that they would grow freely and would never have to go through what I had been through. I could still remember my younger days. Days where I live as one of the thousands of chickens in Malayan hen farm. The humans wanted us to lay eggs and in exchange, we get food and a small place to live. Everyone was so used to the feeling of watching your own egg which contains your baby roll down that conveyer belt that leads to a place of no returns. All was well till Henny, my neighbor, was diagnosed with bird flu. The humans decided to wipe out everyone of us in order to stop the spreading of the diseases which would result in a loss of their profits. Then the nightmare begins.
It all happened on a Monday morning, 6am. I was jolted out of my sleep by a terrible, pungent smell that was lingering in the air. Several masked men approaches with white gloves stained red with blood. At the corner of my eyes I could see a huge fire burning on a pile of charcoal. Oh hang on. Is that Mary that I see? What is she doing in that pile of charcoal? Oh wait a second! They are trying to kill us all! Burning us up leaving no traces behind! Leaving hardly any time for my tiny brain to process all that is happening in front of my eyes, a hand reach in and grab me by my neck. Gasping for air, choking, I tried my best to scream. But to no avail. “I must do something! I do not want to die! Life is not just behind cage. I want to see the world outside!” and with that, I mustered up my courage and with one last forceful kick, I managed to scratch the human grabbing on to me. Blood ooze out from his wound. With a jerk, the grip on my neck loosens. With no time to loose or think of where to go, I just ran as fast as my legs can go, dogging between gigantic legs with a few giant humans running after me. Anywhere will do. As long as it leads me out of this whole massacre. As I was running aimlessly, I saw a narrow gap between two huge cargo boxes. Without thinking, I dashed towards the gap and pray with all my heart that I would be able to make it through. And I did. Through the gap and out of the gates. I am free! I dash into the bushes and ran. This time, my heart was not filled with fear but with excitement and curiosity. It was the first time I felt wet mud under my feet. The smell of fresh air and the sound of nature surround me. Never once I felt so at ease. As night falls, I searched for a place to rest and I found this place. Here, I know I will be safe. This is home.
I know deep in my heart that I am the lucky one out of the thousands of my kind who are burned alive in that faithful, blood-filled Monday morning. I am satisfied to know that I have the privilege to watching my youngling grow and to be able to walk in this sweet smelling forest of the earth.
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