Poor hill chicken

On National Day, when I was shopping, I saw people selling hill chickens. They were furry, and there were three deep black lines on their backs. They kept screaming and they were very cute.

I asked the boss: "What does it eat?"

The boss said: "Everything is eaten. It is good to raise it!"

So we bought two.

After returning home, I put them in a clean carton and put all kinds of food in front of them.

First, rice, do not eat; then green vegetables, do not eat; then carrots, do not eat. Are they not vegetarian? I took some minced meat again, or did I not eat it? Do not eat!

I was in a hurry, begged my father to catch the bugs, my father got some small cabbage worms, and dug some cockroaches, I was in the face of the hill chicken, I did not eat!

They are too small to be cared for by pheasant mothers and they will not eat anything. I am fooled!

The spirit of the hill chicken is getting worse and worse, and the screams of the shackles are getting smaller and smaller. I can't see them, I am very worried.

Mother rushed to check the information on the Internet: they found that they needed a certain temperature - thirty-seven degrees to survive.

Dad put them in the bathroom and turned on the Yuba and the sun light. The bathroom soon got hot, and the hill chickens seemed to be rejuvenated, but they still couldn't eat.

When I got up the next morning, I didn’t hear anything, and even the snoring stopped. So, I began to have an ominous premonition: "Can the hill chicken die?" Sure enough, there was nothing in the bathroom, Grandma said: "They are all asleep."

If I knew that it was such an ending, I would not buy them. If something is broken, it can be repaired, and life will never return. Why can you be so anxious as an adult?

Jiangyin City, Jiangsu Province, the center of the fortress, the second year of junior high school: Wu Di 040102