Spock the Chicken
"Spock the Chicken" ~ By Isabelle
On a cold and gloomy afternoon, I was walking around a friend’s village house, when I noticed a shivering chicken. There was something wrong with him. So I gently went over and started petting him. My heart was tender toward this vulnerable animal. I picked him up and pondered a name for this chicken.
Spock seemed fitting for him so that is what I named him. I walked around carrying and placing him in different locations around the yard. No matter how I positioned him, he seemed awkwardly uncomfortable. My sister, Amelie and my mom walked up. They had been watching the other chickens make their way into the pig pen and up to the roof. We were near the pig pen and Amelie told me “put spock with the pigs.” She already noticed chickens walking through the pig pen. So I did. When I put spock in the pen, the pigs rushed over to him and quickly devoured him. My mom tried to console me. She said, “Spock experienced a lot of love right before he died.” I met and said goodbye to my friend Spock too soon that day.