As you know, I live on a farm. It's usually pretty fun. The animals become friends to me. Sometimes I pretend that I can talk to animals and they can talk to me. I talk to them, and imagine what funny or smart things they would say back. There is this one rooster we have that I really like. He's friendly and has the most beautiful feathers; black, with rusty orange and iridescent green. He has little, beady golden eyes. If any animal could ever talk to me, I bet it would be him. I can just tell he's intelligent.
Well, a few days ago, I was feeding the chickens. That rooster was following me around. I looked down at his smart little eyes. His glossy feathers were shining. I wanted to pet him.
"Don't pet him," I told myself. But the thought nagged at me. So, I threw caution to the wind and reached down to pet the rooster's back. But before my hand touched his feathers... chomp! He closed his beak around my index finger*. I jerked my hand back in surprise. I just been bitten by a chicken!
So, the moral of the story is, never try to pet poultry.
* Don't worry. The bite didn't hurt. It just felt like a squeeze around my finger.