How many pets do you have? Unusually, I had total four pets, and they were baby little chicks (Chicken's early form) but they unfortunately all ended up dying.
The first chick I had was really cute, and it cried night and day. I don't know why, but I gave it milk, and rice, and everything, but it died.
The second chick I had was cutest chick I might had; I think it was a "She." It followed after me every time and sat next to me when I slept. But when my grandma went out for walking with my little chick, a stray cat snatched it before my grandma's eyes. I was seven at the moment, and I cried a lot.
The third chick was adorable, too. But I don't think I treated him well though. I would jump him up and down to make him fly- and now I that I see it, I don't think he enjoyed it that much. And one night, my friends came over and stepped on it accidentally, and it literally exploded. I could see its organs coming out of his butthole, crying as loud as it can for twenty seconds because of the great pain. I thought of the pain he had to bear, and I CRIED AND PUKED in my grandma's bedroom; I was sorry that I didn't treat him as well as the other chicks. The next day I hung out with my friends as nothing happened.
The fourth chick I had was a very aggressive boy. He was so tough in his early age. He had a loud scream, always the first one to crow in the morning, and I don't think he liked me very much. At first, He was very obedient, but in his teen year, he was extremely rebellious. He would attack me when I was nine, when I was really weak. I tried to fight him off but he didn't stop attacking me; so my grandma kicked him and he flew, and escaped. He attacked me several times, and when my relatives came, my grandma asked her sister to kill it; and I watched it with my eyes. I was amazed at her skillful moves. I won't explain it because it's pretty graphic, and school-inappropriate.

