Animal Stories

People have feelings, and it's amazing to humans that ordinary little animals have feelings, too! This summer, something happened at my grandma and grandpa's house that made me respect a group of unassuming chickens.

It was August 8. In the afternoon, when I was going downstairs, I saw two chickens running out of the coop because the door was not closed properly, and they were chasing each other and playing. One chicken ran to the 4th floor, the other one also ran to the 4th floor; one chicken came down, and the other chicken also came down. The two chickens always clucked as if to say: So happy! We can finally come out and have some fun! I remembered clearly that these two chickens were always together before, too, and felt curious all of a sudden, thinking: Why are these two chickens always together? But I was slow to find the answer.

After a while, Grandma said: "Wait a minute, Grandpa will kill the chicken and make soup for you. I immediately shouted: Yes! I saw Grandpa grab a chicken from the chicken coop and at first glance, it turned out to be one of the two chickens I saw on the 4th floor this afternoon. I saw Grandpa use a knife to slash the chicken open from the neck there, and the chicken's neck immediately bled, and Grandpa immediately picked up a bowl to catch the blood and then waited for the chicken to finish bleeding. I saw the chicken's legs move as if struggling, and then it stopped moving. Then, grandpa put the chicken in a big pot and started to pluck the feathers.

After watching the process of killing the chicken, I was waiting to eat it! So I walked upstairs and prepared to rest for a while. However, when I was lying down, I heard a chicken in the chicken coop on the 3rd floor screaming hard, and the scream was sad and miserable. I rushed downstairs and saw the chicken squawking, several times louder than usual, deafening. It stood there dumbfounded, dull-eyed, like praying for something; two eyes white, like tears in the eyes; motionless, as if just lost a loved one; inching, like a flying disaster. Seeing this scene, I was stunned: this chicken was the one I saw earlier playing with the one that was killed. I rushed to ask grandma, and grandma said: these two chickens often play together, is a playmate, now one of the chickens was killed, the other chicken is not sad. This is a way for it to vent its emotions.

Another moment, grandma took the chicken to the kitchen and prepared to chop it up. And I heard, with the sound of the knife falling with each chopping, the chicken that had just lost its playmate upstairs would cry out as if it was inspired by the chicken that had been killed. Another sad cry, another poor hen. When the sound of the knife stopped, the chicken looked up to the sky and wailed, tens or even thousands of times sadder than the last yell. I heard the most sincere friendship among animals, and I discovered the feelings between insignificant animals! Even the insignificant chickens, the chickens that we eat every day, the chickens that are at the mercy of others.

Put down the pen, thinking back on the process of killing chickens just now, thinking back on the process of killing chickens that just amused me, surprisingly split up a pair of inseparable playmates, split up the friendship of a pair of chickens. And those hunters, especially in Tibet to kill the Tibetan antelope hunters, have you ever thought, it is possible that your shot, split a pair of mother and son, father and son, friends, playmates, are you willing? I must reiterate this sentence: animals have feelings too! This is not to say that we humans should stop eating chickens, but we should protect those rare animals, not catch, not breed, and not eat!