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Good Evnin!
I am so sorry fo not being on heh for a whal. 'Tis busy here, 'tis busy. I'm wratin a new storeh heh, 'tis 'bout horses, one nemed Chaco. It will be 'bout a horse nemed Chaco, will be sort of like mi veddy old script, "Black Beauty"
Tulk to you soon!
Anna
P.S. 'Tis hahd not ta type with mi british accent :-)
I've decided that my story about the rooster is a failure, because I realized I didn't know enough about him to really make it a true story...ya know? Even though I love my rooster and would love to continue on, it doesn't seem right to call it "true" anymore, if ya know what I mean.
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 =)
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...
Here I am again! If you want to read my introduction, please scroll down to the entry under this!
So here goes, "Quinn, The True Story of A Rooster"-An Autobiography
Chapter One
My vision was blurred. I kept hearing cracking noises as I struggled to get free from my encasement in the egg. After a long while, I was finally out of the shell and I layed on the soft chips that covered the incubators warm bottom. After a while, I woke up, yawned, stretched and started to explore. My little chick ears were ringing after about five minutes. I was wondering alot about that awful noise as I started to peck. Later on I was scooped up by a pair of gentle hands, and put into a small box with about 10 or 15 other chicks. I heard some voices. One sounded like a man, and the other a child. I started tumbling around as I was carried out outside. I smelled something sweet. It smelled like...like...rolling hills, and meadows.
After a lot of bumping and being pushed to one side of the box, me and my brothers and sisters were let out into a nice warm area with food and water. I ran straight to the water and gulped down many beads of it, and when finally refreshed, layed in a corner to rest. Hours later, I found myself with my beak stuck in the watering can, and I couldn't breathe. "Who could have done this?" I thought. But then I realized there was the possibility I could've sleep walked. "Well, atleast I'm safe!" I thought.
I am very new to Inklings. My name is Anna (It IS my real name) , my HSB username is WhoDeyCinci, and the Author I am is Anna Sewell. The moderator has not put a link for me up on the sidebar yet, but they will soon. I like to write fiction, historical fiction, and animal stories. I will be starting my first story soon. So please bear with me here as I begin writing!!!
