The Yellow Chick's Journey: A Story of Survival and Triumph

A few days ago, my son went out to play and came back with a cute Yellow little chick. When I saw that chick, the cruel cat in my mind started to stir, thinking about how much it would enjoy eating such things. It's like that cat is the enemy of these innocent creatures. I scolded my son a lot, but he didn't budge, insisting that he would take care of the chick. I had to remain silent in the face of my son's stubbornness.

I am a very sensitive person by nature, especially when it comes to animals and birds. I can't bear to see them suffer, which is why I am against keeping them as pets or at home. Because I know that if I keep them with me, I will become too attached to them, and then I won't be able to take care of them properly or protect their rights, which would be very regrettable.

Then, my son made a small cardboard house for the chick. During those days, my children's school was closed, so he spent the whole day with the chick. And I kept a constant eye on that cruel cat, making sure it didn't attack the chick. Then, the next day, my son brought another chick with green feathers.

I thought to myself, 'one trouble is enough, now there are two!' (meaning I was already worried about one chick, and now there are two!). But my kids were thoroughly entertained, and happy, so I kept quiet. One day, both chicks were on my bed, trying to snatch a empty wrapper from each other. It was quite amusing. I even made a video of that moment.

I'm sure you guys would have found this scene amusing too. A week passed like this. Now my kids had become quite fond of the chicks, and to some extent, so had I. My kids were taking good care of the chicks, but that sly cat was like a hacker trying to find a loophole in the firewall. And then, disaster struck. At 1 am, when I was engrossed in writing a post on Steemit, I heard the chicks cheeping and then...

That cat zoomed past me like lightning towards the chicks. It had done its job. The green chick had become its prey. I couldn't sleep that night, worrying about what I would tell my son in the morning when he would find out that one of the chicks was missing. But when morning came, my son looked around and only saw the yellow chick. Then he started crying uncontrollably. We had a hard time consoling him.

Now that yellow lucky chick is the joy of my children. But I don't know for how long... Because that hungry cat is still here. I've tried a lot to shoo it away, but it has made itself comfortable here. And maybe one day, it will make the chick its prey too. Let's see if luck is on the side of this yellow chick. Or...