My Chickens
In my household there is a rule about pets. They must produce something or otherwise beneficial to our family in some way. I had always wanted a cat but I never could get one because of this completely reasonable rule my parents put in place. I was terribly distraught about the idea of waiting until I was living on my own to get my own cat, and so one night after asking for the umpteenth time if I could get a cat I exasperatedly asked, “Well what pet can I get then??” My dad responded snarky with, “Oh I don’t know, why don’t you get chickens? I hear they make great pets.” And so out of spite I set my heart on obtaining the thing he suggested. I wanted to own a chicken. Later that week I was at the library with my mom who was picking up a movie for us to watch when I stumbled upon the first step in my quest. There is a series called For Dummies that explains complicated things ...