I've realised that I haven't updated in a while, so I decided that I should update today. On our chicken, Kak.

Well, Kak is not EXACTLY ours. She belong(ed) to our neighbours who raised a chicken farm. They're the most exciting thing on Boredom Street.

Kak escaped to our garden one day. And stayed there. The thing is, we don't even have an ACTUAL garden. 90% of it is concrete with small places for planting things. Well, Kak made that place her home and lay her eggs a few months ago.

My siblings and I are still afraid to go  5 inches near her, much less feed her. But we were getting used to it.

But just a few minutes ago, my mom told me to take the food she put on a disposable plate out to Kak.

It was last night's KFC. The conversation went a little something like this.

Me:- Isn't this cannibalisim?
Mom:-Whats that?
Me:-*stares at her in disbelief* You Don't know what that is?
Mom:- Just tell me!
Me:-Eating your own species.
Mom:-*Pauses* Just take it out, it will be fine.

It wasn't. As I ran back to the house, Kak was staring at me and kaking loudly.

And this is the story of how my chicken became a cannabil.