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Wednesday 20 May 2009
Quinn, The True Story of A Rooster-Chapter 2

Posted in Posted by Anna Sewell

The story behind "Quinn, the True Story of a Rooster" is, recently my family adopted 2 roosters and 2 hens, from a friend that is in Hawaii. She couldn't care for them because she was in Hawaii, and she wasn't sure what her established flock would do, so she gave them to us for her to take while she was gone. She said where she got them, they were abused. About 30-40 chickens were stuffed in a small cage that was muddy, and all the roosters were bloody and sick. So she adopted them. And, like I said, we adopted them from her. So I am writing a story on him, but it is from his point of view =)

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Months later, after I was brought to my new home, I was sold to another farm. They stuck me in a muddy pen, and didn't give me any food or water. A few of the other roosters were picking on me. My comb staretd to bleed, I was thirsty, and I wanted some food to keep my strength up. By the time the boy came to feed us, it was already dark, and everyone else was asleep. But I was awake, because of the emptiness in my belly.  I got all the food and water to myself, which was a treat.  My belly was finally full, and I could sleep. I was dreading the next day at this new but strange farm...

To Be Continued...


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